Oh Lord, why?
Why must the people of this country be so violent?
Why must they be so hateful?
God, I don’t understand why……well.
Sin is what causes this. The devil causes this. Lies and deception of the heart cause this. People are being brainwashed. Their own selfishness and pride cause them to seek what they perceive to be “justice.” Because their sin tells them that they must vindicate the death of one of “their kind.” Because they take it as a threat to themselves.
Lord, thank you for the brave law enforcement officers of this country. For all of those men and women in riot gear throwing tear gas at the oncoming oppressors. For the officers of this country who protect and serve the people, no matter the skin color of the threat.
Please God, take it back. Take America back to you. Rid this foul country of the hatred and death. Let the Christians of this nation RISE UP and stand for truth and righteousness. Teach America to love.
“The cords of death entangled me;
the torrents of destruction overwhelmed me.
The cords of the grave coiled around me;
the snares of death confronted me.
In my distress I called to the Lord;
I cried to my God for help.
From his temple he heard my voice;
my cry came before him, into his ears.
The earth trembled and quaked,
and the foundations of the mountains shook;
they trembled because he was angry.
Smoke rose from his nostrils;
consuming fire came from his mouth,
burning coals blazed out of it.
He parted the heavens and came down;
dark clouds were under his feet.
He mounted the cherubim and flew;
he soared on the wings of the wind.
He made darkness his covering, his canopy around him—
the dark rain clouds of the sky.
Out of the brightness of his presence clouds advanced,
with hailstones and bolts of lightning.
The Lord thundered from heaven;
the voice of the Most High resounded.
He shot his arrows and scattered the enemy,
with great bolts of lightning he routed them.
The valleys of the sea were exposed
and the foundations of the earth laid bare
at your rebuke, Lord,
at the blast of breath from your nostrils.
He reached down from on high and took hold of me;
he drew me out of deep waters.
He rescued me from my powerful enemy,
from my foes, who were too strong for me.
They confronted me in the day of my disaster,
but the Lord was my support.
He brought me out into a spacious place;
he rescued me because he delighted in me.”
Delight in me, Lord, and rescue me.
**For information about the riots in North Carolina, go here.