Violent is our city’s smoke filled sky’s. Nestled in a Valley the infectious pollution blankets our streets. It more than tickles our nose. Agitates the body from head to toe. Air quality at an all time low. Yet Lord we know you are still in control. Keep our anxious hearts from beating fast from the unknown. For thee I uphold.
Shut in tight, blinds and curtains drawn. The smell still seeps through the cracks in our walls. Recirculate the air they say. This is all absolutely absurd. You can only see the tallest buildings silhouettes. The wildest of days seen in my lifetime yet. Vacuumed in tightly, the air we breathe causing anxiety. Eyes itchy, throats burn, our stomachs churn. Yet Lord we know you are still in control.
Our city only just began to open up, and it had been a slow phasing too. Masked, rules set in place. Now our city is shut back down, and locked up. A thief in the night the fires burned crazed. Phased us back to shut in.
Virus plagues, pollution desecrates, fires broiling. Our city is soiled in soot fallen from the earth, we can taste it. None discriminate. Shut-ins, the news advising us to stay home. As soon as we take one step forward, we are just as quick taking three steps back. Under attack. The Lord is doing something in this land, waking His people! Shaking things up a bit. People are unhinged! Venomous and bent. Evil lurks. To thee I uphold. Knowing in all of this uncertainty, God is control. I believe we have seen a lot, but at the same time I believe we haven’t seen anything yet. Hold on tight, keep looking up for there is only one who knows. Keep looking at the one who hung on the cross for all who are lost!
I trust my unknown future to a very known God!
Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness. Isaiah 41:10