Forgive, forgive us, holy God!
Your children call on you to hear!
Our blood is on each other's hands,
we die from hunger, lies and fear.
Forgive us that our souls are numb
to scenes of terror, screams of pain;
that while we pray 'Your kingdom come'
our world is still a battle plain.
Forgive the minds no longer shocked
by homeless poor, by lives abused,
forgive us that the earth is stacked
with weapons waiting to be used.
Forgive us that our household gods
are self and safety, private need,
forgive us all our fitful prayers,
the token gift, the token deed.
Give us this day the bread of peace,
the hands to share a common good,
the hearts to ache for justice's sake,
the will to stand where Jesus stood.