God your good enough to give and create with a breath,
and your faithful enough to sustain this world through our lives.
The worth of your history with us is beyond us.
But you led me away from home in a vaccum,
without love with no story to tell, without.
I’m searching for cover stripped of friends and family,
and I am exposed in this dessert where the sun burns.
I’m crying out!
You have separated me from those I have come to know by highways,
the roar of a thousand cars continuously reminds me of their distance.
Why have you freed me to venture only to give me over to displacement,
pulling salvation out from underneath me like a rug?
You are the breath of life but that life has been taken and only my bones remain,
I’m falling apart in the depths of my very existence.
Those you rescue from the depths are now left wandering,
you seem to let us wander for years alone with just thoughts as friends.
Ground us in land where we can feel the soil beneath our feet,
bring your beloved ones home again back to you.
Make your home again in our hearts like you made the worlds,
in the thin space that separates us from each other.
We are crying for something new and you are the God of newness,
the covenanted community that secures our feet is your creative work.
Our toes dig deep into your story, love, creation and faithfulness.
