Sometimes we wake up and just feel the weight
This city we love encumbered by hate
A world that’s warped without the Word
People abandoning truths they’ve heard
Are we too weak to open our mouths and speak?
Or perhaps we justify it as being meek
When we really just don’t care enough to confront
For fear of sounding self-righteous and blunt
Where is our burden for our corner of the world,
For our streets and our people to see The Good News unfurled?
Can we let go of the lie that we have no role,
And sacrifice our comfort for another’s soul?
This fraudulent fear is whispering again
But faithful are the wounds of friends
Who are called to speak truth while being humble and kind
With urgency and zeal because eternity is on the line