Tomorrow, God, could your hand touch
Those wrongly in incarceration,
Those suffering in isolation,
Those in eager anticipation,
Those overwhelmed by obligation,
Those seeking transformation?
Tomorrow, God, could your hand comfort
Angry men who trust in guns,
Mothers who cry for sons,
Shoulders that carry tons,
Those whose final breath departs their lungs,
And those who have lost loved ones?
Tomorrow, God, as we remember your Son arose,
Remember those confined to chairs and beds,
Remember those with chronic disease and addictions,
Remember those seeking refuge in distant lands,
Remember those desperately looking for a meal,
And then, after all that and more, if you have time, remember me.