As I was thinking about the brokenness in the world during Gospel for Asia’s all-night prayer meeting, I wrote this, then we sang this song.
There are people with actual problems.
There are children enslaved in labor.
Men who break down ships for a living.
A toxic, dangerous, illegal task.
There are people groups hated by everyone.
Like the Rohingya, without a home.
They are pushed aside, abused.
Is there anyone who cares for them?
Innocent, scared children,
Lied to and forced to beg.
Literally maimed or blinded
For more profit, they said.
There’s the woman who thinks she’s worthless.
I’m a sex doll, is what she thought.
I’m no better than this, it’s what I deserve.
But of truth and hope she knows naught.
Jesus. Hope of the nations.
Jesus. Comfort for all who mourn.
You are the source of heaven’s hope in earth.
Jesus. Light in the darkness.
Jesus. Truth in each circumstance.
You are the source of heaven’s light on earth.
In history, you lived and died.
You broke the chain.
You rose to life!
You are the hope, living in us.
You are the rock in whom we trust.
You are the light, shining for all the world to see.
You rose from the dead,
Conquering fear.
Our prince of peace,
Drawing us near.
Jesus our hope, living for all who will receive.
Lord we believe.
Elicia Wetstein 