For better or worse, now we can see ourselves,
in this family, among these brothers.
For better or worse, now we can see ourselves,
in this family, among these brothers.
What was it like when you walked
with humans at the close of day?
Promises, promises, promises—
you are still a God long on promises;
Promises, promises, promises—
Lord, you are a God long on promises
Where did the time go?
Five years, only yesterday,
we brought her home,
tiny and defenseless.
Lord God, who created this world,
and all that is in it to be good—very good.
Who will overlook legal status,
and see them as your children,
those made in your image?
Lord, a little hope is a good thing,
a little light, a little newness, a little chance.
Clouds amble across the divide, a perfectly blue backdrop;
the tree line is within arm’s reach, lone pines determined to live.
Ah Lord, if only I stopped to listen, give attention, eyes closed;
at home I would hear the music of the West.
Lord, I hope you are in good spirits today,
that you will forgive me, but I can’t keep myself.
Lord, we are torn on this last day:
we want to go home to our families.
Lord, it would be so much easier
if we could just preach trust, without having to trust you.
Lord, only you know what these servants give:
the sacrifices they lay on your altar –
week after week, Sunday after Sunday.
Today, Lord, we hand them back,
four years older, and we pray, wiser
In days to come you and I will have much to talk about;
and a lot of mischief to get into.
I try to keep up my speed, but I stumble over these words;
puzzled by these ideas: kingdom and your will
Our Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be your name;
we continue in a constant hurry, eager to get somewhere else
Our Father who art in Heaven we pray so quickly,
without so much as a pause to catch our breath
Between dust becoming and dust returning,
what does this reminder insist of me today?