Comfort, Comfort, All My People

We sang this hymn today at Central Presbyterian Church in Midtown Mobile, Alabama. This particular verse touched my heart and challenged me. It’s been on my mind all day.

Though we build strong walls for prisons,
though we feast while others starve,
though we fill this world with weapons:
comfort, comfort.
Every prisoner will be rescued,
every hungry mouth be filled,
every gun will rust, forgotten:
comfort, comfort.

Hymn Background

There is much here to ponder and consider in today’s political landscape.