Spoken word by the spiritual poet

We ask the LORD for our daily bread and we cannot eat for there is no room inside.  As we are saturated, soaked and sated by silt, sediments carried by those who dwell outside the covenant community in secular, social and libertine streams of life.  We sit in the seat of sedition, walk in the pagan pathways of pride, adjudicate as judge and jury, congregate with our private factions, private functions, favorite friends and faithful followers all in the name of family and fellowship.  But we ignore the visitor, the foreigner and the alien and immigrants among us in plain sight.  We have not put our hands to the plow and are constantly looking back with envy and intrigue at the empire of empty life and like Lot’s wife our heart of flesh calcifies into a heart of stone.  We have not left everything we had.  We have not denied ourselves of our sacred secret sins.  And we have persistently procrastinated to pickup our cross daily and be beacons and markers to Christ amidst the crisscross, crossway and crosstalk confusion in society. Regrettably, we have become the proverbial brood of vipers and scathing scoffers asking, “Where is this coming that he promised?”  For we, too, have seen generations after generations of ancestors fall asleep and gone the way of the earth, and all things remain as they have been from the days of Adam.

Forgive us Lord, for hoarding sin and silt in our hearts from x-men, x-wives, x-ways and experiences to this day.  It has become the deadly daily bread that we habitually think on, brew on and chew on.  As we don’t know how to forgive and let go of the hateful harmful heart-felt hurt.  We don’t know how to forgive and let go of the endless aggravated assault and abuse.  We don’t know how to forgive and let go of the incessant inflammatory infractions of infidelity of every kind.  And we don’t know how to forgive and let go of the weighted wounding words which severed asunder husband and wife, father and son, mother and daughter and friends and family to this day.  We just don’t know, and so we continue as carriers of sin and silt filled within, with no room inside for God’s daily bread–the living and enduring Word.

Lord, have mercy on us!  As we are unholy, unworthy and unclean from living in secular, social and libertine streams of life.  Do not set your face against us.  Do not burn with anger from our adulterous apostate acts.  And do not cut us off with the dead outside the city gates, city walls and city limits from your presence and coveted covenant community.  Wash our heart empty of sin and silt that we may be whiter than snow and fill us with the Bread of the Presence, bread of light and bread of life.  Consecrate us, sanctify us and set us apart anew as your peculiar people, royal priesthood and holy nation, so that your honor and fiery glory may be seen among all and above all nations. For we are incapable of doing good as the human heart is outwardly evil from the outset, so we plead, give us this day our daily bread.