And blood is on our hands for now we force these nails in,
In anger………
In desperation, in fear.
Do you think we can be justified?
Never…..but certainly forgiven.
But you know someone must bring this love to us,
Like bread to the hungry…
But not these fools who cut us off
In the very name of the Christ
And because we are sinners?
And because we are broken?
And because we are lost?
But this arrogance too will be forgiven.
As we too can be forgiven.
But despite forgiveness and despite the cross,
Someone will die tonight….
This old women who could not heat her home,
This young boy we could not wait alone and finds a knife in his leg.
And these who die of the cold of despair
And these who fall and fall
And just because we were not there,
And just because we were not here to remind them of love,
And to be that love…..
And to show that love like mirrors,
Reflecting this cross, this healing, this light into the dark places…
Into the desperate sorrow of our city’s streets
Songs for Huda 