We the People
We the people, confess that we lied, saying that all men are created equal That women could star in the sequel, even take the lead
We hope to grow and throw timidity to the wind, we are particularly, in solidarity
for the prosperity of mankind and woman kind, once blind
to patriarchy, once divided starkly
but Christ's work erased the lines of all of us confined to one pale blue dot
not country, religion, tongue tribe or color
separate yet distinct story tellers
of history gone bad, of the bad times and the good
hoping to not repeat the line of humanity misunderstood
not hating a man because he worships differently than me
not rating a woman by looks and robbing her dignity
erasing borders that keep children from fleeing war outside
meeting boats of refugees with warmth and meals as they wash in with the tide
humankind should be offered health care as a right
a child shouldn't have to worry about where he will sleep at night
food shouldn't be contingent on whether you piss clean
at the welfare office you should be treated, well, fairly, and not demeaned
the requirement for marriage should be love, a covenantal commitment
ask the heterosexual man where faithfulness to his bride went
We the people of Christ, in order to form more perfect unity
do hereby set down the lie, of American exceptionalism, lazy intellectualism
believing in a young earth, being pro life but only until birth
assigning worth based on wealth, making decisions for others and their health
We the people confess that being blessed is not , not having to wait in line,
or the type of food which we dine
Being blessed is to bless, with this new measure we are empty
a closet full of clothes, technology disposed yet still it tempts me
Blessed and highly favored yet you labored not
while your neighbors got panic, praying when will his blessing come
One moment more until the church's business meeting is done
"We've decided for new carpet, it will bring new people in. Plus it will do well to
cover up all of our lies and sin".
"We will bring up your needs at the next allowed time, fair warning, we've brought in large sums from the building fund and have yet to give a dime".
We the people confess that we are deaf, dumb and blind,
our listening to God is pure memory or whatever fitting verse we can find
We listen less, don't confess, talk more before hearing
blind men steering the ship off course
their only resource is the lines on a page, Spirit is showing empty on the gauge
No life breathed into these dry bones but they believed in the bones more than the blood
the dust more than love, loves blood beating, completing us
from the rusty vehicle of hate, I just can't relate but I'm guilty too
I, like you feared the new, even when I knew the old had passed away
New wine, old skin, ancient sin climbing back
be like God, be afraid of lack
know what's right, curse the wrong
reject the people who don't belong
but this new thing has erased the lines
no Jew, Greek, slave, free, are confined to a label
a baby in a stable said the king of kings will rule from the mud, or get a place to stay from HUD
not a hand me down crown from an orange Cheeto clown
Selah