The Nations

My heart breaks for them
but what can I do?
They are so many
and I am just--me.
Just one.
But indwelt by the Holy Spirit it's true.
Serving the God Most High
and the Savior who died for all.
I pray and pray
that You would fill them
and have Your way.
An army of angels is dispatched
and a battle is won.

Still my heart cries out
for my brothers and sisters.
They daily suffer from physical persecution
while I rest in my cultural persecution--
a persecution that is all too easy to become comfortable in.
Their children are ripped from their arms.
Their parents are taken from before their eyes.
We can't even understand
their day-to-day lives.
And so I cry for them.

Then I realize that thousands of miles away
they pray for me.
They pray that I might
encounter You
the way they do.
They pray that I might
trust You
the way they do.
They pray that I might
know You
the way they do.
Their hearts cry out
that You would fill me
and have Your way.
An army of angels is dispatched
and a battle is won.

How arrogant of us Americans to think of them
as the ones needing prayer.
We as a united body need prayer.
I would give up my physical comforts
just to experience You at the level they do.
But that is not what You have asked of me.
I am called to be faithful here.
I am called to pray here.
Then an army of angels will be dispatched
and a battle will be won
and lives will be changed.