There is no level ground
At the foot of the cross
Lady justice
Is not blind
It is a myth
that any American has an equal opportunity
to “pull themselves up” by the bootstraps
Injustice and inequity live
Justice has been bought and sold
And that ground at the foot of the cross?
That ground is not level or safe
It is a restricted territory, guarded by gatekeepers
Who embrace the Kingdom but reject the Kindom
It is a place where grace is denied
The cries of the oppressed rise
From the rubble of Gaza where children starve and die
From the wire-filled waters of the Rio Grande, where hope
is lost
From the cold streets of America,
Where the homeless are tossed and neglected
The empty cross stands guarded
But the risen Christ stands
Tears flowing, eyes raised, arms outstretched
With the oppressed, the addicted
The lost
The vulnerable
This is what he came for
To bring the rulers down from their thrones
To scatter the proud
To send the rich away empty
To fill the hungry
And lift up the humble
And we can stand with Jesus
Our tears mingling with his
Our feet covered with dust
Our hearts aching
We can stand resisting those who abuse power
And neglect the poor
And refuse to welcome the stranger
We can stand
With those who are hated, rejected, and reviled
Or we can linger in the halls of power
We can follow those who preach power and wealth
Who seek to become more by making others less
Who chose power over service
Profit over people
Hate over love
Lies over truth
We can stand with Jesus
Or we can stand against him
Crying “Lord, Lord”
As the sand crumbles beneath our feet
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