Our God Restores
“Make me hear joy and gladness, that the bones You have broken may rejoice.” Psalm 51:8
My heart breaks for our country. It’s broken, divided along political lines, along racial lines. Angry hearts, pointing fingers, violence and divisiveness separate us. Broken bones. Broken hearts.
God of restoration, heal our land, knit together those broken bones, those broken hearts.
Heal our hands to do good works and comfort one another. Heal us, forgive us, restore us.
Heal our eyes, that they may see your beauty in every skin tone: black, white, brown, red, yellow. Heal our eyes to enable us to see the beauty in both red and blue, colors of our political beliefs.
Heal our spirits; may we rejoice that only You save us, not our beliefs or our political heroes.
Heal our hearts, that they may bleed empathy for the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden. Teach us to love those who don’t look like us, talk like us, vote like us, or pray like us.
Thank you, God of restoration, for shaking us up and putting us through difficult times. Let our impurities rise to the top so we can confess them to You. Allow Your process of restoration to heal the broken bones of our hearts and heal our land.