Open Their Hands

“This is a prayer for the ones who have more than enough…

and still look away.

Not to shame them —

but to wake them.”

Tower lights and guarded doors

Accounts that could end the war

Tables full, glasses raised

While hunger waits outside the gate

Power speaks, money moves

Silence answers desperate truth

They call it earned, they call it fate

While suffering stands and waits

They’re not evil, they’re asleep

Comfort dulled their sight

Blessed with more than they could spend

Still afraid to choose what’s right

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Reach the hearts that closed their doors

The ones with more than they’ll ever need

Still asking “what’s mine” for

Open their eyes, soften their pride

Teach them what wealth is for

God, don’t take their blessings —

just teach them how to pour

Fear wears suits and polished smiles

Calls greed “wisdom,” mercy “wild”

Builds its kingdom tall and wide

While broken people pass it by

They fear loss more than the cry

Fear the cost of changing sides

But no one keeps what time will take

No throne outlives the grave

They were trusted with much

Not crowned above the rest

Given more so they could lift

Not hoard it in their chest

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Reach the hearts that closed their doors

The ones with more than they’ll ever need

Still asking “what’s mine” for

Open their eyes, soften their pride

Teach them what wealth is for

God, don’t take their blessings —

just teach them how to pour

Remind them comfort isn’t evil

But indifference can be

Remind them love costs something

But it sets the captives free

Let them feel the weight of names

Not numbers on a screen

Let them meet the ones they could save

And finally see

So God, if You’re listening tonight

Reach the hearts that closed their doors

The ones with more than they’ll ever need

Still asking “what’s mine” for

Open their eyes, soften their pride

Teach them what wealth is for

God, don’t take their blessings —

just teach them how to pour

Because generosity can heal

What power never could

A single choice, an open hand

Can still do so much good

And God, I still believe somehow

Even hearts of stone can bend

Soften them before it’s too late

And turn wealth into a means to mend

“To whom much is given…

much is entrusted.

Let compassion be louder than fear.”