When we prefer the narrow gate
And tire of busy highways
We see the Kingdom come

When the master is the servant
And kneels to wash our feet
We see the Kingdom come

When the straggler is given preference
And the first steps to the back
We see the Kingdom come

When we serve the poor, the hungry
And take the stranger in
We see the Kingdom come.

When children are given pride of place
And followed as an example
We see the Kingdom come

When brother and sister are reconciled
While our offering is left to wait
We see the Kingdom come

When the temples are cleared of commerce
And prayer takes it rightful place
We see the Kingdom come

When the Sabbath serves the worshipper
Not the worshipper the Sabbath
We see the Kingdom come

When fragrant extravagance is applauded
And noses put out if joint
We see the Kingdom come

When the Creator's light is lifted up
And the Son is no longer hidden
We see the Kingdom come

Hands held high.
Jumping up and down.
Bowing down with fear to deny.
Problems out of focus.
Love in focus.
God in focus.
Prayers lifted high.
Praises lifted high.
Scars filled with love and care.
Tears dried up.
Tears welled up.
Wonderful God.
Loving God.
Forgiving God.
My Father.
God.

All the boys are beautiful shadows with razors in their lungs
we want to be chosen by their gem stone eyes
but they’re scared to be beaten

They have forbidden bottles under their beds
pretty boys with herbs in their sleeves
adventures on their eyelids

Seeing the pain of the world and being forced to look away
all they know is to worship the nights
avoiding everything painful

There’s a beautiful secret lying on the tip of their tongue
we hear the same voices in our heads
still our softness stays a threat

We’re outlawed and hunted by them like witches
they’re intimidated by our richness
craving to touch our waists