I am sometimes confused about how to pray for my country, Lord. Yet my spirit wants to ask you for truth to be increased, deceit to be decreased, so this is what I ask. I think not of political truths as such, and not of my own perceptions of truth.

I am thinking of and holding in my heart the concept of Your universal truths and your open hand, giving truth in grace and timliness to all who will receive at the level that they will recieve.

So- not my skewed and limited truth, not the world's versions of truth, not my church's truth, but Your own truth- let it be shed abroad across this land.

Your truth is the Cloud of Unknowingness, so far beyond all of me, yet exists somehow within me and without me. It is so uplifting to know there is truth that is way bigger than me.

As Your truth is shed abroad in this land, may deceits of various kinds, small and large, come scurrying out of the corners and be brought to light. May these same deceits meet this fate in myself and all others.

I do ask unreasonably that all falsehood oppression be lifted, because I recognise that this word is a school, and since the fall of man we have been in a school to learn to overcome and gain spiritual growth and greater understanding.

But Lord, I cry out for relief! An improvement, Lord, an improvement! Lord, let victories of Your grace, be seen again somehow. Alll in Your will and timeliness, open our eyes and let these be seen.

It feels as if my nation is in deep trouble and confusion, under clouds of deceits, large and small, that sting like bees!

Yet Your lovingkindness endures forever.

You have told us not to fret over the wicked, and I know that this is because we are limited in our understanding of cause and effect. We see glimmers of Your spiritual principles being played out, but do not see the whole picture.

Yet I can trust beyond the wicked, beyond my own wickedness, to You, Your perfect goodness, justice, grace and understanding.

You know I sometimes feel this country is just
falling apart. Yet this country is in Your hand, upheld by Your grace. Your grace never fails.

Does our nation have an angel, Lord? The way Israel has the angel Michael? I do not pretend to know. But if so, let the angel rise, let our champions rise, and let all truths rise as much as is possible and in Your will for this time.

I trust in You.
Your lovingkindness is everlasting.

In Jesus name, amen.