A White Man's Prayer
by David C. Brand
Lord Jesus Christ, may I be born anew
That I of Aryan race may now become a Jew.
That I in Thee myself may ever find
And by Thy grace to others I be kind.
And to Thyself the others may be drawn
And not to beauty, brain, or brawn.
For all that's seen is not what seems to be
But is mere froth, mere triviality.
And if by grace I go to yonder shore,
May I like them in Thee become the more.
For from the Father's throne you came to me,
and hung upon that ignominious tree,
eschewing power and liberty,
then rose again on day that numbered three.
O Light of Light, search out my wretched soul.
Subdue my heart to Thy divine control
Till all that's found in me be naught
But what in me Thyself hath wrought
For flesh and blood Thy Kingdom shall not seize
And I in flesh cannot the Father please.
For just like me Thou didst become instead
and in Thy weakness raised me from the dead.
The Spirit knows the Father's will to do
and everything that's kind, and just, and true.
So by His grace I will the Father please
And now, O Christ, from me this burden ease.
I now await the day of Thy return
for which my heart in all my days doth yearn.
And when you come will you on earth find faith?
And men at work to do what'er Thou saith?
I pray Thee, Father, make Thy church be strong
that men of all race will to Thee belong,
that brotherhood and sisterhood prevail
And nevermore His flesh receive the nail.
Yes, East absorbs religion when it comes along,
while we so nobly sing our sacred song.
But West absorbs the old philosophy
that sent old Alexander on conquering spree.
He only wept when no more victory
across the Ganges River could he see.
And we absorb old Plato's state and cry
because our infants all begin to die.
Deformity does not match Plato's art.
We have a state without a human heart.
And also Roman military might,
Like Machiavelli, we insist its right.
Development of weapons with their speed
now come from former neighbors in their need
whose plight we overlooked to feed our greed.
It does not stop no matter how we plead.
O God have mercy on us all
when on that sacred name we humbly call.
Mere pygmies, though we often stood so tall
while pundits told us we could have it all.
And now we wonder how we had the gall.
Now East meets West and West meets East,
And now behold the fearful beast
who spreads through all the world his clever lies
and blasphemes our dear Savior to the skies.
But he will lose but not our power or might
can make him tremble any more at night.
He thinks at last he has our final number
And seeks to do us in our state of slumber.
O rise against him, men of faithful heart
And do not fear the devil's fiery dart.
His doom is sure--of that we cannot doubt.
Advance in faith and shout the festal shout.
But do not think to quell him with thy might
For we are in a different sort of fight.
The weapons we must bear are not of man,
not steel, not even nuclear tan.
The sword we bear will win the victory.
The Word of God will finally set us free.
The Savior comes with captives in His train.
His work upon the cross was not in vain.
Become His captive and you will be free-
and find the way to final victory.
And Thou, O Savior, to Thy Name we sing
And pray that to Thee we might others bring
that they their homage to the King
might pour like water from a spring.
That they when life on earth is done
might live forever with the Son.
And from that vantage point on high
where love is stretched from sky to sky
unfolds the final mystery
when Christ shall reign from sea to sea.
At last from death I shall be free
And have His image formed in me.
Such festal joy where men will shout
and all will know what it is about
when all the wicked are cast out
and saints will reign without a doubt.
If to be saved, you're asking how,
Cast off thy skepticism now
and put away thy sacred cow.
The King has come-before Him bow.
You must come when the King doth call.
It's all for now or not at all.
Tomorrow may simply be too late.
So why do you procrastinate.
The Savior's knocking at your door
as He has knocked and knocked before.
Soon time will come when time's no more.