[6] The Lord lifts up the downtrodden;
he casts the wicked to the ground.
[7] Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
make melody to our God on the lyre.
[8] He covers the heavens with clouds,
prepares rain for the earth,
makes grass grow on the hills.
My prayer that accompanies this is to be able to relinquish frustration over the injustices and inequities of the present economic situation in this country. Releasing those emotions liberates us to approach the job of bringing about an end to economic oppression with clarity rather than rancor.
After all, the clouds should not be over our thinking. They should be to make grass grow on the hills.
Rock on, God, and give us the vision to do our part.
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