a prayer for Tulsa.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of Man, Son of God

You know what it is, to be in exile

You know what it is, to be a stranger

You know what it is, to a pilgrim

You know what it is, to be homesick.

Teach us then, Lord Jesus Christ

How to be faithful, but not pious

How to be restless, but not agitated

How to be loving, but not sentimental

How to be trusting, but not certain.

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Lord Jesus Christ, Son of Man, Son of God

You know what it is, to hold a city in your chest

As your heart broke for Jerusalem

May our hearts break for Tulsa

For all her wounded sons and daughters.

Creator, Father, always tender God over all

we lift the people of Tulsa, Oklahoma up to you

our artists, our addicts, our children, our childless

in suits & ties & tattered t-shirts; with badges, with scars

tend to their troubled minds, sick bodies, & broken hearts.

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Spirit of truth, Spirit of life

breathe your breath in North and South Tulsa

your wind to Jenks, your fire to Bixby

your peace & justice to Broken Arrow

until every inch of this city is flooded with you.

and as you descend like a dove to us here

send the comforter to Haiti, now

come quickly to our friends in Florida

where the waters and the body count have risen

oh God, send your peace, & send your people.