Lord Jesus, would You please reply
The world’s in strife, You can’t deny
We turn away from Your commands
And scorn becomes our newest stand; I hear You cry.
For those who still in grace believe
We ask Your healing to receive
For who from love will abdicate
Whose nations turn from love to hate; we hear You grieve.
Your Body now asunder torn
From accusation now is worn
The ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ denouncing calls
Not grace or love, no light at all; I hear You mourn.
It seems majority’s content
To claim their turf, in fact resent
Such talk of love, and grace they shun;
A pity too, because there’s none heed Your lament.
In spite of odds, hear Spirit deep
This gift of love and grace to keep
…and as we pray for open hearts
The gap continues, miles apart. And Jesus weeps.