Prayer Tank

Sunbeam watching, sundial slow, within a weekday church
Where two or three have gathered God is here.
From Harvest-time to Advent our Creator and our Judge,
Our King, our Prince and Spirit welcome prayer.
International developments have brought us to our knees;
According to His promises He hears our puzzled pleas
As the experts are deliberating far across the seas
Like St. Peter we are trusted with the North Door keys.

By taking thought we cannot reach conclusions;
The world is full of clamour and despair.
All we can do is bring Him our confusions
And trust that at each bedside He’ll be there.
The crisis internationally deepens with each hour;
In the stained glass Eastern window Jesus holds the orb with power.