Dear Church Family,
Tonight, I join you in prayer for the Robb Elementary School community in Uvalde. Should you struggle to find the right words, I offer the lament below on behalf of us all.
Peace,
Amos Disasa, Pastor
Tender they lie,
numbered to nineteen
fated to find eternal rest
where innocence was once expressed
during hopscotch and home room.
Their right to carry
on with the final days of school
undisturbed by evil, GONE.
Tender they lie,
waiting for black Texas night
to bury the devil of this day.
Too soon to say resurrection—
stolen hope heals the slowest, or never.
We grieve for parents in Uvalde
and for us, so quick to lament what
we fail to prevent.
Tender they lie,
the prayers we spill
with nowhere to go.
On this night there are no survivors.
Only creation quivers
as God’s children weep and whisper
mercy mercy mercy.
Lord be tender
hear our prayer. Amen.