But there is hope:
My God comes and will not be silent,
but proclaims justice for the oppressed
and restores order through reconciliation
and I am one of his agents
Like Bonhoeffer I exhort,
Who of you realizes
That to speak up for those who cannot
Is the least that God calls us to?
God, the heart of compassion,
calls on us to care
And I care
My heart aches
Maybe there isn’t a 5-step solution
It isn’t always clean-cut to make restitution
No, it is heart-wrenching, gut-twisting
It is hard and it hurts
It hurts to be aware
It hurts to repair these wounds I have inflicted
Not because of a conscious, malicious thought or action
But because the system I am a part of prefers my white skin,
While my brothers and sisters are immediately convicted
for the crime of being born with darker melanin
And it hurts to de-throne myself
But I know God needs to be the King
And I pray His kingdom come
I pray we Overcome our addiction to comfort
So one step at a time
We can progress
