The Tide is Rising

My heart’s grieved and longing

For a kingdom that’s dawning

In a world of already, not-yet

But I’m frustrated in waiting

With the Church’s flag-waving

While their leaders play Russian roulette

Little girls are still shrinking

We’re in the bottom of the inning

And we need to level the field

But we’re too concerned with raising

The bar for our praising

So, we settle for plastic, not real

Do you see the tide is rising?

Lifting the lowly and yet capsizing

Vessels of injustice are breaking in two

For those churches stonewalling

Too concerned with performing

They’ll miss what God’s about to do

“Go home!” they keep saying

But we are steadfast in waiting

Our vindication comes from the Lord

We’ll sit, we’ll walk

We’ll stand where we’re called

Opting for plowshares more than the sword

We won’t be found navel-gazing

Raising funds for what’s fading

When souls are on the line

In one accord, we’ll be raising

Our voices loudly praising

For we are found equal in Christ