A Prayer for the Persecuted Church

The cries rise up as lament,
The hum of a marketplace,
Calling out to you,
Kneeling before you.

The only joy is from the who know
that suffering is not without joy in your kingdom.

A solemn joy, a joy that exists
amid forces of evil.

The songs are dissonant, overlapping, fighting,
unable to capture our prayer.

Let the light shine in the darkness.


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