Times like these prove life to be
nothing but a slow defeat.
We’re losing ground each passing day
as peace and justice fade to grey.
We injure love and ruin all
with senseless wounds and hurt and gall.
In these sad and broken days
our hearts are mourning Christ’s delays.
Come swiftly Jesus, Kindly King,
set wrongs to right, and healing bring.
We long for what we’ve never seen
a realm of rampant harmony:
where all are welcome, all are heard,
where hearts are mended, and the world
is free from wrack, and free from strife
and each breathes to each a vibrant life.