Rise like the sun over Juarez. Divine light
pouring from the reservoir of Heaven,
pink and orange,
bending and flooding and stretching
over the Borderland.

Clouds of fire descend on my city,
dismantle the tension of the darkness,
silence the night-howling.

Let the rain fall, swirling
clouds of glory over our heads,
silky rich in their elegant garments
brushing the faces of your weary children.

Burn away the thoughtless greed.
Scatter the enemy, mice
underfoot a lion.
Trembling vibrations of Zion.
Kingdom vibrations.

Story – Juarez Party Shooting