Lord I forgot
What it is to be hated
I forgot why the crowd's ever swaying
We Your body
Made up of broken battered people
Crowd under dirty crooked steeples.
No wonder they hate us.
"By this all men shall know
You are My disciples
That you love one another."
Granted you said the world would hate us-
That's only to be expected, and its a privelege.
But I forgot, maybe we all forgot,
That our weapons aren't hate and warfare,
But love the ragged cowl of red
Innocent and tattered, instead
Of hate and drums and war and strife
We take up the Sword, and lay down the knife.
The Sword of Truth, it cuts both ways
Dividing our lives
And picking up strays
We all like sheep have gone astray,
For we are supposed to love.
Love is patient,
Love is kind.
It is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude,
And it is many other things (and it isn't many other things too)
but we've forgotten, to be like You
And let the stones fall from our hands,
And write a single word in the sand:
The single story of a thousand day resurrection,
Where God became a man and out of love
Became the curse for us
Not only redepmtion
Where One God became a Man
Who became the Lamb
That takes away the sins of the world
Though He didn't have to,
No He wanted it, true.
Not only propitiation