Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven

Age after age, echo following echo, those hallowed 

words tic-tock our days, marking our lives through daily prayers. 

Etched in our desires -- front and center in daily

defiance, struggle rings louder than our soft 

repetition: We do not easily see submission

as a freedom call. 

His Kingdom on earth, is now. From our lips to God's

ears is inside the instant -- our time right here, our place

right now. The ever passing present, cannot be caught,

cannot be ruled by temporal culture or secular king.

Our Father's Prayer is Kingdom Come -- now--

moment to living moment! Words of awe, words 

of power, words miraculous. 

From the fall into discord, the harmony of God's  

will waits for us to hear again and to follow, just 

as the sun lights the day, as our hearts power our 

bodies -- easily and naturally -- without struggle or strife. 

All we have to do to live free is let loose the shackles --

say goodbye to desire's self-will, finding freedom 

at last, in natural law -- in earthly terms: Submission. 

We agree, but that is easier on Sunday. In REAL life,

we murmur and mumble, fearing to give

God our lives, our plans and our strategies -- 

our notions of how our lives

ought

to be,

have to be,

will be only if...

But just like Jericho, our self-made certainties

crash down, like pick-up sticks toppled over; 

we follow the fall, as in Eden, from one tribulation

to another,

shouting to the Lord

for help 

but holding on to our wills, our ways -- our kingdom. 

 

On this earth, God's earth that He found good, let us

 together again, find Thy Kingdom Come! Let us tie our

 hearts to Jesus' love and offer our days, not sacrificially,

 but joyously free, to His Kingdom Come!

The keys to that kingdom are, 'Thy will be done.'