Lord,
We remember Martin Luther King Jr. not as an icon of history or politics,
but as a voice in the wilderness crying, “I have a dream.” Thank you for sending this prophet of hope to minister courage in an age of despair.

Raise up prophets of hope in our day, Oh Lord.

We remember not only this martyr, but his family who paid the highest cost:
His mother who was brutally murdered while in the act of worshiping You;
His brother who died an accidental and tragic death; and most of all, his father, wife, and children who bore the burden of these incredible losses.

Raise up prophets of hope in our day, Oh Lord.

 Lord,
We join your servant Martin’s proclamation on his last night on earth as he preached himself out of fear:

Well, I don't know what will happen now. We've got some difficult days ahead. But it doesn't matter with me now. Because I've been to the mountaintop. And I don't mind. Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the promised land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land. And I'm happy, tonight. I'm not worried about anything. I'm not fearing any man. Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

Coretta Scott King Tribute