Wednesday, March 07, 2018

Touching tips. Being community. Belonging. Becoming.

Lord of our city, we bring you its pain
The muggings, the dole queues, the lift’s bust again
The fear of each stranger and nowhere to play
The waiting for buses at the start of the day.
Lord of our homeless, we bring you their cry
The waiting on promises, pie in the sky.
The red tape and questions and sent on their way.
The sense of frustration at the noon of the day.
Lord of all races, all colours of skin
Please make us fight racism, help us begin
To see how our prejudice colours the way
We treat friends and neighbours at the end of the day.
Lord of our whole lives, we bring them to you
We’re powerless, defeated till you make us new,
Then powered by your Spirit, we go on once more
With news of your wholeness, Good News for the poor.