by Lynda Baker
May your country come to earth, and may it be ruled just like you rule heaven.
Give your poor, homeless, and marginalized people exactly what they need today and forgive them their sins, especially the hatred they might feel towards those who they think put them where they are.
Please lead us not into the temptation of finger-pointing, but teach us to love our enemies.
For in you we have the power and the might to keep the revolution going as we praise, bless, and glorify your name.