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DO IT AGAIN LORD, DO IT AGAIN
Dear Lord,
We're still hoping we'll wake up We're still
hoping we'll open a sleepy eye and think,
"What a horrible dream."
But we won't, will we, Father? What we saw
was not a dream. Planes did gouge towers.
Flames did consume our fortress. People
did perish. It was no dream and, dear
Father, we are sad.
There is a ballet dancer who will no longer
dance and a doctor who will no longer
heal. A church has lost her priest, a
classroom is minus a teacher.
Cora ran a food pantry. Paige was a
counselor and Dana, dearest Father,
Dana was only three years old.
(Who held her in those final moments?)
We are sad, Father. For as the innocent
are buried, our innocence is buried as
well. We thought we were safe. Perhaps
we should have known better.
But we didn't.
And so we come to you. We don't ask
you for help; we beg you for it. We
don't request it; we implore it.
We know what you can do. We've read
the accounts. We've pondered the
stories and now we plead,
"Do it again, Lord. Do it again."
Remember Joseph? You rescued him
from the pit. You can do the same for us.
Do it again, Lord.
Remember the Hebrews in Egypt? You
protected their children from the angel
of death. We have children too, Lord.
Do it again.
And Sarah? Remember her prayers?
You heard them.
Joshua? Remember his fears? You
inspired him.
The women at the tomb? You resurrected
their hope.
The doubts of Thomas? You took them
away. Do it again, Lord Do it again.
You changed Daniel from a captive into
a king's counselor You took Peter the
fisherman and made him Peter an apostle.
Because of you, David went from leading
sheep to leading armies.
Do it again, Lord, for we need counselors
today, Lord. We need apostles.
We need leaders. Do it again, dear Lord.
Most of all, do again what you did at
Calvary. What we saw here last Tuesday,
you saw there that Friday. Innocence
slaughtered. Goodness murdered.
Mothers weeping. Evil dancing.
Just as the smoke eclipsed our morning,
so the darkness fell on your Son. Just as
our towers were shattered, the very Tower
of Eternity was pierced. And by dusk,
heaven's sweetest song was silent, buried
behind a rock.
But you did not waver, O Lord. You did not
waver. After three days in a dark hole, you
rolled the rock and rumbled the earth and
turned the darkest Friday into the brightest
Sunday.
Do it again, Lord. Grant us a September
Easter.
We thank you, dear Father, for these hours
of unity. Christians are praying with Jews.
Republicans are standing with Democrats.
Skin colors have been covered by the ash
of burning buildings. We thank you for these
hours of unity.
And we thank you for these hours of prayer.
The Enemy sought to bring us to our knees
and succeeded.
He had no idea, however, that we would kneel
before you. And he has no idea what you can
do.
Let your mercy be upon our President, Vice
President, and their families.
Grant to those who lead us wisdom beyond
their years and experience.
Have mercy upon the souls who have
departed and the wounded who remain.
Give us grace that we might forgive and
faith that we might believe. And look
kindly upon your church. For two
thousand years you've used her to heal
a hurting world.
Do it again, Lord Do it again
Through Christ, Amen.
DO IT AGAIN, LORD
Max Lucado © September 15, 2001
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