Sunday, December 21, 2014
God, I pray for children of thunder
the Boanerges
with the juvie record and tats
where the sun don’t shine,
the boy with booze in his locker,
the girl whose mouth
could strip the paint off
the principal’s office
the girl who wants a baby
to have something of her own,
the boy kicked so often
he finds a dog and kicks it,
the kid in the gang,
the kid in the cell,
the kid doing the pole dance,
the kid who grabbed chips
when the others grabbed the cash
and hit the clerk.
God, I pray for children of thunder,
and my part in your
apostle-plan for them. Amen.
Gifts in Open Hands 