Though the alarm has just sounded
Wake up from the slumber
And get ourselves surrounded
By the
things we still recall
The
people that we metThey still are playing in our heads
Even when our heads were at rest.
That
sermon was real
The
preacher was really onEvents of a week ago
Still come at us real strong.
There
are no such things as divorcing
Our
lives from the news of the dayWe face it straight on
While we strain for a better way.
The
world is what we bring
Inside
that large worship roomThere is no separating it all
To do so would just bring more gloom.
Let’s
tell the truth in love
Ugly
though it will beAgain let’s speak it out
That all too often our people hang from that tree.
The
truth is ugly as we all know
Politicians
run to and froThey make noise that is unintelligible
I wish it were not so.
The
headlines scream out loud
People
sad or depressed or deadIt’s hard to take it all in
Upon it all some light to shed.
Tell the
truth Mr. Preacher!
Speak
words of grace over us allEngage the spirit of Jesus
Lest we stumble and we fall.
Preach it Mr. Preacher!
Preach it long and loud!
Preach it Mr. Preacher!
Make the ancient ones proud!
Preach it Mr. Preacher!
Tell of that thing called justice!
Preach it Mr. Preacher!
Till there’s no one left of us!
Preach
it Mr. Preacher!
Harken
back unto the dayWhen prophets like Isaiah and Amos
Had their vitriolic say!
Preach
it Mr. Preacher!
Proclaim
it to one and all!Speak the words of Jesus
Lest into silence we all should fall!
Preach it Mr. Preacher!
Out of our comforts zones we can move
We need to know the truth
When we walk in someone else's shoes.
Lest you
think that those worlds collide
In the
sanctuary there is no roomFor the truth of life as we live it
There is anything but gloom.
I am
encouraged when from the pulpit
The
truth is told again and againI will not rest peacefully
Until righteousness rules this land.
In our
homes and in the streets
In our
churchesIn our villages
There is no retreat.
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