Father, help me find the words to paint the truth of what I’ve heard.

That they can have such hate inside, they loved it when those people died.

We can’t believe it could be true.  We agonize and look to You.

How can they do such cruel acts?  Where do they get their cold hard facts?

---

My heart is filled with many things, it’s hard to speak, it’s hard to sing.

The depth of what I feel today is shared by others in all ways.

We almost cannot carry on.  Our jobs, our games – just don’t belong.

But that’s the way we start to heal, that’s the day You start to seal the sadness, when it’s down and deep.

---

You ask no more but that we give our lives to You, that’s when we live.

You’ll comfort us right when we grieve.  You’re there with us, when we believe

that Life, our life, belongs to You.  It’s precious when we know it’s true

that Your way, Lord is nothing more than knowing You, what love is for.

---

We hurt for many that have died.  We’re heartsick, angry, and have tried

to get by daily, that’s what it takes.  We hope You’ll “fix-it” when it breaks.

So Father, prayers are heading straight to You, prayers for us and others too.

How do we find the joy, the love, where do we look – except above?

---

Please be with us as we pray.  Please surround us everyday

With strength to get us through this time, with peace that offers all a sign

that You’re the one who’s in control, that You’re the way to save our souls.

Lord, turn this act of hate around so that Your love is all that’s found.

So people know, what else they’ve got, Your love is there, no matter what.

---

The answer, You’ve just given me.  The only way for them to see

Is for each of us who love You so to keep on daily, then they’ll know

There is no way to kill Your love.  There is no day that You can’t move

the earth and all the people in it, to savor time, to the last minute.

---

Lord, please be with us on this day and show us how to work, to play,

so You’re the center of our hearts – You – the giver of new starts.

That whether pain and agony, indifference or just apathy

Clouds the minds of those that we meet; we offer hope, Your love, so sweet.

For isn’t that what life is for?  To show and share your love, and more…

First written after the terrorist attack September 11, 2001, dedicated 14 years later to all who suffered the agony after senseless terrorist attacks in Paris, November, 2015…   

Copyright Myrna Estey Coleman