This is a prayer I wrote for our country this morning. I don’t always have time for new prayers, so this is extraordinarily that I was able to write this. I love you and want you to have tangible evidence of God’s love and presence, because that’s where the joy is.
El Shaddai, Adonai, He is One, oh, that my country would sow for themselves righteousness and reap the fruit of unfailing love. Break up your unplowed ground, for it is time to seek the Lord. Then, when he comes, He’ll shower righteousness on you. We have planted wickedness and have reaped evil. We have eaten the fruit of deception because we depended on our own strength. What made us think we could live without God?
All of history proves we can’t. You, oh Lord, are the one who taught America to walk, taking us by the arms, but we didn’t realize it was you who healed us. You led us with cords of human kindness, with ties of love; you lifted the yoke from our neck and bent down to feed us. Return, oh people, to your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen. If we will repent and do the things we did at first; if we will listen and overcome, he will give us the right to eat from the tree of life, which is in the paradise of God.
This is what we all long for, but there’s only one way, and it’s Jesus Christ, the way, truth and the life. May we fall down at the feet of Jesus, and acknowledge that he has loved us.
Let us keep his command to endure patiently. Oh, that He would keep us from the hour of trial that is going to come upon the whole world to test us. Lord, strengthen us to hold onto what we have so that no one will take our crown. Cause all of America to rise up in one accord and agree together that “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come.” May we agree that he is worthy to receive all glory and honor and power.
We want to be the people who overcame the accuser by the blood of the lamb by the word of our testimony. We don’t love our lives so much that we would shrink from death. Oh, death, where is your sting? We are called to patient endurance. Oh, Lord, come quickly, and rescue your people; let us rejoice and be glad and give you glory. In Jesus’ holy mighty name, amen.
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