I Can Run But I Cannot Hide

It’s awfully quiet here, Lord

In this holy homey place

Just you and me or so it seems

This room do you in some way grace?

The cold outside

It freezes right down to the bone

The orphan and immigrant there abide

Are the seeds of faith there sown?

Here in this house our home

It seems we have it all

Food to eat and clothes to wear

How prepared are we for heaven’s roll call?

The world needs you

We all would surely agree

Love the Lord your God, is that possible

Amidst hatred, racism, and all their debris?

Just one life to live

Is this how this thing works

To leave the world a better place

Blot out meanness which violently lurks?

For is it truly in those stories

That we discover that truth is told

The Man from Nazareth speaks His mind

Love my neighbor as myself isn’t that pretty bold?