Second Sunday of Advent Year B
Lord, We Long for Words of Comfort
BEACH SPRING 18.104.22.168 D (“God Whose Giving Knows No Ending”)
Lord, we long for words of comfort, for a gentle, healing word—
That our suffering is ended, that our penalty is served.
For the sins of generations have compounded till our day;
God, the hope of all the nations, give us good news now, we pray!
Lord, we long for words of promise when we suffer for our sins,
When it seems that hate is endless, when it seems that trouble wins.
Can we see, in desert places, that there’s hope for your new day?
Will we listen to a prophet showing us a better way?
May we look to John the Baptist, to the prophet you once sent,
For he calls us to be honest, and he calls us to repent.
May we turn our eyes to Jesus, to the one that John proclaimed.
May we see how love can heal us; may we trust in Jesus’ name.
May we turn from what divides us, from the ways of hate and fear!
May your peace and justice guide us; may your love direct us here!
God, we pray that, in preparing, we’ll find peace and challenge, too.
May we find a new direction as we wait to welcome you.
Biblical Reference: Isaiah 40:1-11 and Mark 1:1-8
Tune: The Sacred Harp, 1844; attributed to Benjamin Franklin White.
Text: Copyright © 2017 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved.