Psalm 102: Rebuild this Rubble!

sitting in the ashes of a civilization fallen

the poor - like zombies - sunken eyes, stomaches pained and swollen

widows weeping, hearts abandoned - no one is coming home

destination doesn't matter

aimlessly we roam.

clinging to the ruins of a civilization lost

selling souls to prosper not considering the cost

we sold our children to pay debts that now are coming due

in poverty they join us.

Lord, what can we do?

Rebuild this rubble.

Father in heaven

Hallowed be your name

Your kingdom come

Your will be done

May earth and heaven be the same

Gives us this day our daily bread

Forgive us all our sins

As we do one another

Over evil, let grace win