Father we beseech You, always asking
We call out Your name, continually searching
We are on a journey, the river of this lifetime
Like the voyagers of old
Lost but continuing to explore
Fixated on the journey
Paddling the winding endless river
Slogging over the portages
Looking for the end time
The compass of this journey is Your name
We live by Your name, but in vain
We cannot grasp the meaning of Your name
We twist and contort Your name like a tornado spinning and sweeping across a vast prairie mesa
Creating the dust bowl of this lifetime, littered with the broken tumble weeds of our lives
We whom, You have created and so lovingly nurtured
Blessed, oh how You have blessed us
We cannot live by the good graces of Your name alone
We must kill in Your name
We must enslave in Your name
We must maim in Your name
We must do all manner of evil in Your name
We build churches in Your name
Grand edifices to be sure
Opulent like the palaces of old
Temples to some
But it is not the same
For it is once again in vain
Nothing begets nothing
Edifices built in your name
Money changers of the edifices be cast out
Power mongers of the edifices be cast out
Those who distort others like twisted metal, be cast out
They and we live
Distorting Your name
Enslaving others, by invocation of Your name
We cannot grasp the essence of Your name
For it eludes us, like the willowy wisps of a campfires smoke
Drifting beyond our grasp
Fading into the nothingness of the invisible air
Soon forgotten as fragile memories dim
We beseech You Father
Teach us once again
The meaning of Your Hallowed name