I lift my eyes to the hills,

where does my help come from,

My help comes from the Lord,

the maker of heaven and earth…

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I see the turmoil around the world

Our help comes from the Lord

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Destruction in the Ukraine, death upon death,

Protests in Iran, death upon death…

Floods famines, and fires…

Our help comes from the Lord

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Chaos in government,

Cost of living rising,

Fears of hunger in the coming winter…

Our help comes from the Lord…

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But how do we pray Lord in these days, how do we respond to what we see?

We can give but our resources are finite,

We can act but our hours are limited,

We can pray, but our words feel empty…

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Will you take the little we have

as an offering of loaves and fishes to be multiplied,,

each gift, each hour another drop in the ocean,

gradually filling it?

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Will you restore our hope,

our trust in you, until we dare to act as one again,

each connected to the other,

praying, trusting, acting for good…

our help comes from the Lord…