While staff workers prayer-walked
Around the University of Denver,
I joined them by prayer-walking
Around my farm.
If I would be momentarily distracted
By weeds, or fear of snakes, or lush growth,
Or cars approaching,
I tried to turn all of those into prayers.
Yet despite my best efforts,
No tears sprang to my eyes.
The prayers felt like they bounced off
The tops of the trees—no higher.
It makes me think that the burden of sin
On my farm, on the campus,
Is thick and deep.
Praise God I know a redeemer.
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