This is America

Election Day,

And it feels less like a race and more like a visual representation of hate,

An apparent divide,

Irrefutable lines being retraced and etched into the corners of every city,

The people have chosen…

To disassemble peace just to hold on to the belief that God gave them superiority,  

Over an entire country…

This is America

Not so beautiful

Not so brave

Not so free

But soiled and stained with audacity,

The consequence of a people determined NOT to see… color

Makes me wanna question God,

Like why’d You choose my skin?

Why’d You choose my people, my culture,

My life…to demonstrate Your glory?

How do we find glory?

How do we fix our eyes to see the good?

We were raised to always put our trust in You, so even in our anger and disbelief,

We will fall face down in reverence of a God we call Abba,

We are crying out Abba Father, please save us,  

You are still sovereign even if this world chooses NOT to obey You,

I just pray that You lead us to still water soon, cause we’ve been wading.