So these places make me sad,
filled with despair, destitution.
So I ask God why, why this?
My feet walk in puddles and dirt,
trash and broken things.
Yet there is life, love to be found,
a hope burrowed beneath the sadness.
So we bring truth, so we pray to our father.
Forgive them, and bring them grace.
For we know that victory is won,
that the devil has no power.
Come Lord, let your Kingdom come.
Take your children back,
They throw oil on fire,
yet it rages on,
and so it spreads, far and wide.