Kingdom come

pulled in a thousand directions
taunt tight-rope
toss and tumble.
Every teacher at my school
every song, every book
save a sacred few
screams at me that God is dead
hope is gone, and truth isn't true

your kingdom come
your will be done

in this burned out,
cynical world

for you surpass the
weak understanding of man
and the foolish philosophies
of the bitter-hearted

but I know:
I need you

your kingdom come
your will be done

amidst my conflict and confusion
you're a map in the wild
lamp in the dark
roof over my head
boots on my feet
money in my pocket
for a  cup of tea

you warm my bones
fill me to overflow

in every cell of my body,
your kingdom come
in every word, in every thought,
your will be done.