I long for justice
I ache for it so much
that when I go to bed at night
I am convinced that it whispers to me
In a language too complicated for human ears.
And when I wake up and hear
and other things
My soul sits confused
unable to responds to these paltry efforts.
I want justice that feeds the hungry,
frees the prisoner
and yes breaks the teeth of my enemy–but
in such a way that I am too busy partying to notice.
Jesus, did every meal with you taste like justice
comfort and freedom?
Or was it enough to just sit with you?
Holy Spirit, I find that this longing for justice is really something.
It is not the gift I asked for, and yet it was given to me–unasked
and so here I am
Not waiting for justice, Because we all know, justice does not allow one to wait.
towards justice, because I do not know any other way to be.
And that’s why I talk, yell and cry to you God.
It’s this justice hole in my soul.
You poke it and prod it with me, like the great physician you are.
And say, where does it hurt?
Yes, We should work on that.
Here we go again God.
Feel free to use/share/adapt with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta