Father hear my prayer.  I am powerless to assist those whom I love the most.  They fail, falling prey to the poisons of this world, their grimaces waking me at night, their moans worrying in the day.  The drugs, taken to escape, age them rapidly, their bodies die, their minds fray and their spirits lay captured in the pits of mired despair.  Save them Father, I cannot bear to be so powerless when I am the adopted son of the Most High God.  The sick lay begging assistance and I have nothing to offer, the lame falter and I can only try to understand, the Fatherless remain unloved and I am impotent to call their abomination to the awareness of the Church.  It is almost bearable now to be so incapable in my own life if only I were able to help them.

Father take me, show them Your Grace and Mercy.  Raise them up from the pits of blackened despair.  This world has gone astray and that alone is enough to break my spirit, but must it take so many innocents with it in its festering wake.  I know that Your Plan, Will and Word are always fair, I just see so many suffering the destiny that should be reserved for the wicked.  Father, we need you now.  The shadow laughs at our folly.  Their depression is beyond my reach and that shatters my heart.  Is love and empathy meant to destroy or may my petitions send Your rescuing angels to deliver them from madness and destruction?  Father, I call upon You now, asking humbly that You send us Your Holy Fire to cleanse this land of its inherent, wicked slumber.  Let hearts be kindled to blaze so that the light drives darkness before its mighty outstretched fingers.  Free them from the grasp of deception, despair and allegiance to the night.  Wake them so that they may pray for harvest.

Am I meant to be this pitiful in my recourse?  Must I sit here and simply record with these tear washed eyes, this broken heart, the loss of humanity’s struggle or shall I become the victorious witness You have meant me to become.  Let me preach of Your redemption.  Let me spread Your Truth and Hope to fill the dry lamps in the heart of men.  Let me pray such a prayer that You may hear and answer my plea for humanity.  Give them peace.  Was I truly meant to care this much?  The pain in Your heart must be unbearable Father as You have watched us wreck havoc upon each other throughout the ages.  I cannot stand being an empathetic and sensitive man, I most certainly would never want to be God.  I am thankful that You alone are God.  I beseech You now to answer my prayer and give me hope, give me life abundantly, grant me courage to stand and let me speak the Power of Your Spirit into this bereft humanity.  In Jesus Name.