Were
there tears that day
When
Jesus said goodbye
To
his faithful disciples
Did you
see those grown folks cry?
They’d
been together
For a
few short years
When
He wrapped it all up
Did
they do so with human tears?
In
some of His very last words
He
prayed for Himself and the disciples
He
prayed for all believers, too
Me
and you, or so I read there in my Bible.
One
line really catches me
As
things sometimes do
He
prayed for complete unity
To
let the Father’s love shine through.
That
was a long time ago
And
today is still today
That
prayer is still not answered
And
I wonder, what do you say?
The Right
has seized the story
At
least that seems to be true
The
only ones who are true believers
Where
does that leave me and you?
Does
the Right own the story
Or
is it religion that they claim
Whatever
you want to call
It
causes a lot of pain.
Are
there tears in heaven
I
this morning do wonder
We
have messed up the message
Just
one blunder after blunder.
What
He prayed for seems like fiction
If
the conversations that I hear
We’re
no less one in unity
Is
what I’ve come to fear.
So,
are there tears in Heaven
Does
Jesus look on us and weep
Upon
this mess we created
We
despise His other sheep.
We
have our left and our right
Everyone
assigned a place
That
sure seems misguided to me
Just
looking for some sacred space.
Surely
Jesus weeps
When
political speak
We
all do seek
Our
own inside ideology we keep.
Does
Jesus weep
When
we speak our very own labels
We
spew them left and right
Right
there at our church’s tables.
Are
there tears in heaven
When
our rhetoric is so loud
If
He really sheds a tear
Could
we really stand that proud?
Are
there tears in Heaven
To
me it’s an important question
How
we violate that prayer
Today
is my one obsession.
Are
there tears in heaven
Am I
the one to cause
If
so, I’ll think it over
With
that question will come a long pause.
It is hard to know when to speak and when to stay silent. In many cases, these days, to speak what I know to be true causes disunity among many who also love God. But to stay silent makes me feel like a perpetrator. Torn. I want to be a joy to my Father.
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