Rid us, O Lord,
of the arrogant delusion
that our age is
harder to live in,
harder to live through
and be decent in
than any age
that ever was,
that we are being tried
as our fathers never were,
that we have more excuse
for our neurotic screaming,
our pitiful muddling,
our sentimental slobbering,
our pinching terror
at the shadows of the future
cast upon our way
than any men who ever walked
beneath Your heaven
and on Your earth.
Teach us, O Lord,
by Your sane and steadying Word
that we stand before You
as we always stood,
living of Your grace
and moving toward Your judgment,
that the Bomb
and the terrible technological trifles
of our time
have not altered
the great,
plain,
steady fact
that You are Lord
and have not changed
the blessed time
of Your coming
as a thief in the night.
Prayer by Martin H. Franzmann from Pray for Joy
“Fret not yourself because of evildoers; be not envious of wrongdoers! For they will soon fade like the grass and wither like the green herb. Trust in the Lord, and do good. Dwell in the land and befriend faithfulness. Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.” Psalm 37:1-4
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