My Prayer Tonight

BY DR. AGONSON

My God, my God, it’s growing dark
—the night is falling swift—
and God, O God, I see myself:
I’m weak and small, unfit.

O God, O God, you made me so,
and placed me here withal.
My Lord, my Lord, I cannot breathe!
My spirit wanes! I fall!

I turn to see the raging storm:
my city’s mad, unhinged,
and blood is spilt—yea, blood was spilt—
in unreasoned revenge.

So where can I now oil buy
before the sun is gone?
and where can I then set my lamp
to there await the dawn?

My Lord, my God, you are my king,
and I long for your day.
My Lord, my God, all sovereign one,
it’s for your peace I pray.