They just don’t get it, Lord. Time and time again they have heard. They ooh and aah. They find it so interesting. They want it to help them have a better life. But they’re trying to get without giving. Or give what they are willing to let go of.
Break into their selfishness, O God.
Burn down their resistance.
Melt their walls of conditions and exceptions and reservations.
Pull them out of themselves and out of this perverse generation and into the kingdom of light and limitless love.
Make us stand in the way of their slide to perdition.