Another Color Purple
We Must Laugh

The New Kumbaya

Kumbaya, my Lord!
Come by here.

Yes. Yes. Yes.
Make a way.

Come quickly!

Come and speak..
Come and touch.
Come and lead.
Come and sit awhile among us.
Come, instruct us.
Come, teach us.

We have waited so long, Lord.

Come and correct the errors of our ways … including …
Several misconceptions of You and how we have …
Used you and taken your name in vain to promote our own views,
Our prejudices …
Our biases …
Our desires …
Our angry obsessions and our power plays.

We are so alone without you. We are lost, confused, and misguided. It is dark.

Come, Lord, by here and lovingly squeeze the meanness out of us.
Hug us till all the hurt and anger and bitterness oozes out of our souls.

It has been too long wince we have asked with the sincerity we felt around the campfire. It is high time that we asked again.

Come and heal bodies, minds, souls and
Rifts in the fabric of our communities,
Tensions in the streets of our cities,
Dissensions in our board rooms,
Apathy in our churches,
Venom in our national discourse.

We sing and pray as if it were a new song.

Kumbaya, Lord, Kumbaya.
Now, we need Your Visitation!
Come by here.

 

 

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