The days give less and more it takes
Trails of tears our nation makes
From declaration and freedom declare
To self-destruction and images of despair
God hits straight lines with crooked sticks
But sometimes he lets crooked nations get sick
A dream and vision of what could be
Yet original sin is all we see
Brits burned our house but still it stood
Then evil broke the windows pretending to be good
Where we at o’ people of faith
What happened to our table of grace
Did we devolve to voices lost in a wilderness of greed
Are we voices of posers that got nothing we need
This story is bad, these narratives gone sour
Gone the days of apolitical power
Pretending Jesus always got our backs
As long as our logic can defend attacks
A new way must arise from the ashes of wrong
A new day dawning with melody of new song
The everyday idealist we need you now
Point the way, show us the how
In the ashes of idols is a great place to believe
A way forward only God could conceive
Reds and blues you can’t own our fate
We follow the Rabbi who makes crooked get straight
So…
A new myth, let us resolve and foretell
A story born out of the redemption spell
A poem by Brent Crowe
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