A Prayer for Women: Remember Your Daughters

by Rachel Asproth | June 04, 2017
Editor's Note: This is an Evangelical Press Association award winning poem.
God of Hagar, Tamar, and Mary Magdalene
Of Sarah, Rebecca, and Rachel
God of Ruth, Esther, and Rahab
Of the Woman at the Well and the Woman They Would Have Stoned
God of the unseen, unwanted, and unheard
God of the silenced
Of those rendered invisible
God of those who wait
God of those who struggle
God of those who rise
God of the broken
Of the healing and the healed
Of the hopeful and the hopeless
God of the forgotten, who never forgets, we pray
remember your daughters 
Remember the women who wait—
the women who ache to hear the church call their names, 
the women who press their skin against stained glass, 
searching frantically for cracks
Remember the women who serve in the shadows,
the women who long to lead,
the hungry women, the thirsty women, the tired women, 
the women with a revolutionary Word resting on their tongues
Remember the women who wait
God of Hagar, 
remember those who wander the deserts of your church
Open the floodgates and bathe them in hope
May their waiting be over, 
because their time has finally come
May the church call their names loudly
May painted glass crack and shatter
Remember the women who survive battles they never asked to fight—
the women with scars and bruises, 
and the ones who bleed unseen from the heart, 
the women who said no, 
and the women who were too afraid to
Remember the women who are violated and hurt
trafficked, assaulted, raped, harassed, and demeaned
the women who walk through fire, 
the warriors who rise from the ashes,
scarred but strong
Remember the women who feel broken,
afraid, and alone—
the ones who hold their breath in the night
Because of pain they can’t forget to remember 
God of Tamar and Dinah, 
God who sees sorrow we can’t name, 
remember the women who walk out of the furnace alive
unconsumed by the flames
May your love salve their burns
May your church bind their wounds
May your people see justice done
May survivors be safe in your house
Remember the women who are tired—
the women who labor, 
and labor
and labor
unseen in the background of history,
unseen in the church, 
unseen by their families,
unseen in their workplaces,
unseen by their world
Remember the women on the fringes, God of the Woman Who Bled And Was Healed
Remember the women the world loves to forget, 
the women who lead nations, 
the women who plant churches, 
the missionaries, the pastors, and the teachers 
Remember the women who love beyond reason, 
the women who build their homes brick by brick, 
who care for their children and parents without recognition,
the women who carry jugs of water on their heads for miles
and give up their portions so others can eat
God of Naomi,
Remember the women who are tired, 
the women who have lost much, 
the women who weep and mourn, 
who long for brighter days
Meet them in their sorrow,
when the road seems far too long,
and fill them again
Remember the women who are excluded—
dismissed by their own brothers and sisters
Remember, God of the unheard and unseen, 
women of color—
betrayed and silenced,
and the women with ten dollars to their names
who ask for help and receive none,
and the women we try to erase
because they speak or dress differently
God of the Samaritan Woman,
remember the women who are excluded 
Empower them as only you can
May your church listen better
May your people see justice done
May women of color, 
women with disabilities, 
women experiencing poverty, 
and all women who have gone unheard 
be safe in your house 
May they be honored in your sanctuaries
Remember the women who fight—
the advocates and activists
the women who turn water into wine, 
and then pour it out 
Remember the marchers and the sitters
the women who could not and would not be moved 
God of Deborah, 
remember the women who lead revolutions, 
the ones who give up everything
so that others might be free
Remember those who struggle ferociously against the tide
pushing onward,
exhausted but ever enduring 
May you be the storm at their backs, 
a furious wind that drives them through the waves
God of Jael, remember the women who fight
God of the forgotten, who never forgets, we pray
remember your daughters 
This poem originally appeared in CBE's blog and was also performed live at World Changers Church International in March, 2017.