We sit together, stand together.

We bow our heads and close our eyes.

We speak into the silence created in this space.

Thy Kingdom Come, Thy will be done

We leave together, into the world.

The loudness of the world breaks the silence of this space the world.

We leave together hoping to see…something this week, something different, something more than the ways of the world.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

We hear of jobs lost, of bills not covered.

We come home weary, and only Monday has passed.

We long for peace, for soothing, for a string full of Sundays where peace reigns and stillness is not broken.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

Phone calls in the night speaking grief unspeakable

Teeny-tiny coffins, holding bodies barely breathed

Silence in the wake of deafening grief

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

Where are you Lord? Our souls cry out.

The darkness so cold, the silence so still

Where is your Kingdom? What is your will?

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

Surely this world is beyond your reach,

Surely beyond your help.

Surely we could never find your kingdom here.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

We sit in our Sunday space and pray.

We call for your Kingdom and will.

We sit and pray in anticipation.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

We feel the weight of the wait in our bones.

We see the Kingdom and will in our hearts.

We hold the anticipation of Jesus.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

It is our hearts and wills that we are praying for,

Our hope that we are naming.

It is our own selves that stand against the darkness of the world.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

We stand and leave together.

We open our hands, our hearts, our eyes.

Our lives will speak to Jesus, who we are sure is coming.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done

Amen