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He stood between the mudslingers divided And did not cease in his humble work. They spattered him with dirt and bitterness, spat on him, jeered, And he did not cease in his humble work. They did not know him, they were ignorant of his magnificence, his authority, And he did not cease in his humble work. Little Child, recognized the heart of the King, Little Child with eyes to see He joined the King in his humble work. Mudslingers. Chaos and mudslingers. Then a man in work clothes enters the scene, stands between the divided people, and starts cleaning -- quietly, steadily, humbly. He is getting spattered in mud, yelled at, screamed over, but he continues in his work. Shoveling the mud away, digging deep. He is the King, but the people don't know him. He continues his work, as the mudslingers grow weary of their anger. He is the King, and his heart is for peace. Let us not lend our voice to mudslinging. Let us not lend our hearts to bitterness. Let us not glory in the despair of our neighbor, or despair in the gloating of our kin. Instead, let us be people willing to take mud in the face for the sake of peace and reconciliation. Let us be people who listen more than we speak. Let us be people who recognize the King, and join him in his work.  Step right up to the land of wonders!
So realistic you can all but feel it Sights so vivid you can almost touch Peer through the veil across the world in a snap, You'll only lack the smell. Step right up to your bold new stage! Put yourself on display Full force or with scrupulous care Whatever is put forth on the grand web, there, Well, it could outlast you! So share your life, step back, and stare. Step right up to the wall of fame! The wall of shame, the wall of blame There's a show a-happening every sec Bystand, say here, here!, or even enter the tussle Be always ready to rumble What happens here gets shown to the world! Step right up to the competition table! Eye candy galore! There's more 'n here's more Gorge yourself, in media race, Consume it all without unceasing pace You're increasing your peripheral knowledge Gee-whiz, kid, you're a natural. Step right up and place your bets! Invest bits of your debts in a gamble You could be the next Bill Gates Just swallow the rates and go, go, go! You gotta be in the know, ya know? No price too high for quick connection. I in myself cannot quell
The present, heavy grief That cloaks the lives of the masses, And smothers a particular few With matter-of-fact totality. I in myself cannot understand The magnitude, the certitude Of its influence on another's life My own similar grief is not comparable Empathy is an inadequate comfort. I in myself am insufficient to offer Significant solace, or real hope To the bravely aching souls Who daily choose to live With loss, their hollow company. Only the King-Servant surrendered The carpenter cursed and crucified Who endured the deepest separation From love for the sake of love made free Only Jesu Christi knows our grief in full. Only Jesu Christi can meet us there In our pain and disillusion And wholly bear the weight With gentleness and strength Only the Servant-King, Jesu Christi. Bring your own fog machines
Make hazy the air And set the laser lights twirling All green and refracted Feel the bass womp-womp-womp Louder than your own heart beat And dance like no one's watching Though there's one who is Sing along in your own words What's it to you if you're off Consume all the snacks, snatch 'em Up like jacks before the ball drops When you finally grow weary Of the resounding emptiness Your hollow song on loop Shut off the power and let the place implode Step into the fresh air Clear your lungs and guts of complaint Your self-pity party was only a feint A mockery of reality, an affront to grace |
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