I've never really thought of it as a prayer before. But this time I did. That is exactly what prayer is, crying out with passion, with zeal, with hope. His prayer may have been before the whole country, but a prayer nonetheless.
It's so beautiful and courageous.
So full of truth and Love. Love that disarms and sheds light on the darkness.
Love that empowers us to stand when our legs tremble.
Love that pursues righteousness, freedom, and life.
Love that seeks to expose injustice and oppression.
Love that quenches parched lips and weary souls.
Love that heals.
Love that compells us to hope against all odds.
And to think, that the source of this Love is my Father, my Lord who gave it all for me. It helps put things in perspective for me, as I find myself worrying/thinking a lot about the future. I have been thinking about prayer lately, and how all too often my prayers are ramblings said in a half-conscious state at the end of the day, when all I can think of is SLEEP. I don't want to pray these kinds of prayers. I want to cry out- always wanting more of Him. I don't want to play it cool when things aren't as they should be. So, I'm trying to pray at times in the day when I'm more alert, for starters. And the more I'm praying, the more I'm seeing that prayer really does change me. So, for me, watching this again was like listening to a beautiful prayer. It gives me hope and excitement, knowing that I am a part of the same movement that this amazing man was a part of...Jesus' movement here on earth to restore and redeem all things.
"No, No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."
