The world has known more threadbare days than these,
I’m sure, with history’s edges rubbed so raw
that time and truth were chafed and ill at ease,
and humans failed both spirit and the law.
So while we find our troubled times unique,
we’re never really out of Egypt, out
of Babylon, still crying out and weak
in Sinai’s desert, plagued with doubt.
And God won’t turn the TV off or stop
the news or make the bad man go away.
He’ll help us, though, our desert madness drop
and guide us back to grace’s simple sway.
He’ll bring us back to mornings free of fear,
when birds alone can bring a soul to tears.