Lord, help them hold on when the disappointment batters their hearts and hope turns bitter in their mouths. When they are scared to wonder, "Maybe this time will be it." I see the pictures, and they all look so tired.
Is this the desert into which You lure my generation? If so, let Love be waiting at the end.
You really are a jealous God, aren't You? Jealousy more fierce than the grave strikes holy fear in me.
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