Remember, O Lord, what has befallen us.

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Floods that have literally divided the city in half; revealing a divide between rich and poor; insurance disparities, and the inability of some to navigate working with FEMA and other agencies to restore order and homes. The rich owned their homes, as well as those of the renters; who were powerless to get their homes restored.

The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning, our hearts are sick.

 

Deplorable housing conditions on the west side of our city

The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning, our hearts our sick.

 

Damage from ice storms in the past that created a great need for clean-up

The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning, our hearts are sick.

 

A period of time when the teachers were not going to be paid because of a computer glitch.

The joy of our hearts has ceased; our dancing has been turned to mourning, our hearts are sick.

 

Lord, give us eyes to see the inequity of the systems in place; the practices and policies that need to be examined/overhauled to bring equity to the systems. Give us the energy to pursue your justice for those who are oppressed, those in poverty, those who are powerless. Give us your wisdom to change the systems.

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Restore us to yourself, O Lord, that we may be restored.