What are those tears in my eyes?
Do
they take me to another place
or
do they remind of that space
and
will they help me find the grace
and
to continue to trace
the
ways so as to someday see your face
or
do they give me the energy to continue the race
of
life to chase the never ending ways that memories intrude
and
when the Holy One exudes
that
majestic go and preach to the people beyond your reach
to
those whose lives are lived on the edge of the chasm and teach
us
that this ongoing battle over who owns
their
soul
and
who stole
and
who throws the stones
and
over the world still roams
and
yet they have the right to speak
and
eat and live and cry and die and not so meek
and
before that to feed their children right from the start
and
to feel their own need and to give us a generous heart
to
heed their yearnings to build them a house
to
place the possessions of the man his children his spouse
not
by the color of their skin
feeling
deeply the sin
of those
who dwell within
the
house of the evil one
who
still lives under the same warm sun
of
all of us
but
to embrace the grace
that
embraces us all
lest
we fall
into
misery of judgment and hate
and
find ourselves with an empty plate
heaped
up and running over with the fate
that
we deserve
when
we failed to serve
and
when we have become a shell
on
our way to hell
and of
what service there could have been
had
we loved all of God’s children
less
than the big gun
from
which we run
and on
the walk-ways we see the blood
the deep
red blood
where
once they stood
now
they cower in fear
that
the end is near
while
we ponder and pontificate
until
it is too late
for
that which we hate
and
while we wait
another
one plans the scheme
of
which they dream
to
tell a story of suffering and woe
and
we are the foe
we
have become
when
our time is near we stop and pause
know
that we spent our lives in a sacred cause
and
retrieve the world from the grimy paws
of
the evil one
because
our race is run
but Lord
you gave us strength
that
brought us from the brink
of
doubt and fear
and
you were near
every
step of the way
of the
journey when you fed our souls
and
you made us bold
to
proclaim the truth
that
cuts to the root
protect
the babies and in them we hope
that
when we are at the end of our rope
that
we find strength to cope
with
a world gone mad
and
we find it sad
that
we love our guns
see
us make them run
just
lead us out of the wilderness
of
our own morose and madness into a better place
where
we can see your face
because
it looked a whole lot like those of another race
and
their cries of sorrow and joy
it
all began in the stable with that little boy
when
evil and good
could
be divided like we knew it would
just
like that Red Sea of old
when
they made it across
and
they knew that you were boss
they
left behind comfort and all that they lost
and
the land was dry
and
every tear-filled eye
and
every heart was undivided and relieved
but
on to the destiny of a wilderness wandering
that
would lead them all to pondering
much
like today when all around us we see and despair
there
is too much to share
so
we find our own people
who
may not be inside under the steeple
for
they may be out and about
looking
for things about which to shout
and
when I stop and listen
I
know I am home
never
more to roam
just
to stand and sing
and
let our hearts ring
for
what is true and just
we
have found it we must.
We find
no peace at the end of a gun
When
our race we’ve run
At
the grave we stand
Not
really part of your plan
forgive
us we pray
lead
us into a better day
when
the life we save
this
side of the grave
may
be that girl or boy
now
playing with that worn out toy
may we
find more joy
before
the children we destroy
What
are the tears in my eyes?
