He said follow me and we nodded with planted feet
Caught up in world fed ways
Happy to let our words breathe praise
While passivity dresses us up in fine church clothes
But we're loathe to join the holy one who looks like fire
As he fights away in the muck and mire
His holy hands dirty, sleeves rolled
Not so concerned with the appearance of purity
That he wouldn't sit with sinners
Or let his free time be spent eating dinner
With the ones we'd have nothing to do with
We act all holy like the call to lay down our lives
Is a myth
For another era, another time,
And apathy isn't a crime but the norm
To conform to the lies that keep beggars in bondage
The American Dream is our adage
But we are just as trapped as the slaves we choose to ignore
We're latched to the idea that someone else will fight for the war
And that knowledge without action is raising awareness
When actually it's harmful indifference
Passivity masked as,
"It's not my calling."
Don't you know people are falling and dying?
And you submit to lies that let you live for yourself
While broken souls suffer
Crying to a God they don't believe in
Because if God was real, wouldn't He be moving?
The enemy is our indifference
And God isn't the one sitting on the fence
Of what's good and what's sin
The weapon he created to fight with
The army
Is still sitting in a valley
Ignoring the rallying call of the Spirit
They sit and argue about trivial things
Like how to play dress up with the church
Or how to make our perch further
From the messiness of the earth
Basking in the millions of dollars
Spent to outfit empty buildings
That find their use in self-centric talks
About looking the look, not walking the walk
In passivity we hide our eyes
To avoid looking at those who barely survive
Because we'd rather dress nice than sacrifice
To care for the ones the world has scorned
We would rather be adorned in what wealth and programs provide
Than the righteousness that only comes
From joining our savior as he dives
Into our mess as humans born in the broken
To let life be spoken to the deathly places
Until all that remains is unshakeable grace and love
"I don't delight in sacrifice,
Would you give up your life
To the cry of Justice
Until the Spirit's cry for freedom
Encompasses your vision."
Stop wasting hours of fruitless labor
At an altar to earn salvation by your strength that falters
The widows are suffering, orphans hungering and asking,
"Where is my hope?"
You use religion to cope with your maddened mind
While the orphans wait for a hand to be kind
And you hide behind ritual to satisfy obligation
Rather than recognizing the perpetual cry
Of the one who formed you for such a purpose-
To break free from surface level worship
And become the answer he seeks
As he cries, "Who shall I send? Who will set the captives free?"
When we look with eyes of true religion
He gives us vision to see
That those with dirty hands are living in the land of God
And as the suffering is broken by sacrificial love
The rough handed, diligent workers
Glow like stars in the night
Because they've worshipped rightly before the Lord
And let him make them into his sword-
A weapon to pierce the heart of darkness
And be the burning answer to the cry for freedom
Will we leave them to suffer
Or let love for another move us past our petty religion?
Let conviction and mercy clothe you
That you might be counted worthy of the call to follow
Even to death, to sorrow.
Tomorrow he comes, in glory and fire;
Will we choose passivity or blazing desire for him?
Do not give up, do not give in,
Do not give anything less than your all
Do not hide from the edge-
Brace for the fall.
In your surrender, he will give you wings like eagles
For what has the Lord required of you?
Do justice
Love mercy
&
Walk humbly with your God.
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