litany for drought

When waters flow, when waters fail:  You remain the Author of life.

When dazzling, crystal skies

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Become horizons filling us with dread.

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We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When grainless fields produce only clouds of ash.

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When trees gasp in unison

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We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When homes are scorched by wind-danced flames

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photo Amarillo Globe News

And we wonder where we will lay our head

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We cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.

When our rainbow window

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Morphs into the mouth of Armageddon.

picturewindowWe cry out,

Lord, heal our broken and parched land.