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?
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