“Tell us what to believe!”
The people shout from the crowd
The small still voice replies
“Much of this is for you figure out”
“Tell is what to hate Lord! Tell us,
Who is in and who is out?”
The small still voice draws silently in the sand
“Are you without sin?
Don’t I accept you?
Didn’t I make a way for you when you had utterly failed me?
Did I not include you?”
One by one
To the floor
“Do a mighty miracle for us! Show us you are King!”
The small still voice gave no reply
Instead he stretched out his arms and finished it all
“I did this for you
One who doesn’t belong
Who’s shut out of church doors
Who’s tolerated with clenched teeth and fake smiles
Who’s not quite welcome
Politicians and clergy argue
And the saved ones despise you
As if you had some contagious disease.”
The small still voice
Oh how he is grieved
When his children throw stones
When they could throw parties
Invite the last
and the lonely
Open the gates wide for all to be welcomed to great table
Let’s feast together!
Instead we made a club with an application process
It shut you and me out
But fear not
The small still voice is always making a way
Coming is the day
When he’ll confuse us all
With his radically loving way
Then our rules and our clubs will fall
And Love will win once again.
Oh I ache for the day when love will win once again.
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