But love

Lord I forgot

What it is to be hated

I forgot why the crowd's ever swaying

Against us.

We Your body

Made up of broken battered people

Crowd under dirty crooked steeples.

No wonder they hate us.

"By this all men shall know

You are My disciples

That you love one another."

Granted you said the world would hate us-

That's only to be expected, and its a privelege.

But I forgot, maybe we all forgot,

That our weapons aren't hate and warfare,

But love.

But love the ragged cowl of red

Innocent and tattered, instead

Of hate and drums and war and strife

We take up the Sword, and lay down the knife.

The Sword of Truth, it cuts both ways

Dividing our lives

And picking up strays

We all like sheep have gone astray,

For we are supposed to love.

Love is patient,

Love is kind.

It is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude,

And it is many other things (and it isn't many other things too)

but we've forgotten, to be like You

And let the stones fall from our hands,

And write a single word in the sand:


The single story of a thousand day resurrection,

Where God became a man and out of love

Became the curse for us

Not only redepmtion


Where One God became a Man

Who became the Lamb

That takes away the sins of the world

Though He didn't have to,

No He wanted it, true.

Not only propitiation



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