Where are the exiles?
those of righteous souls
to come and fill my steeples
like sheep among the fold,
Where are the reaching hands
to help a brother out
to take a stand
and tell the world what poverty is about.
Where are the righteous exiles
doing work among the cities
taking chances among the needy
and not just looking at their file.s
Where are God’s Messengers
among the jails, the streets the gangs?
Are they sitting on the sidelines
wondering where it all began?
Are they looking at our history?
the rich pushing out the poor?
Are they looking to the future,
thinking thoughts not thought before?
Are they looking at their families,
the single mom of four,
whose husband has just walked out on her,
past the children and out the door?
Are they turning to their neighbors,
acting out in Christian love?
Or have the righteous
circled the band wagons,
refusing to open the door?
How long has God waited
for the exiles to return
to the people who are hurting
for my hope, joy, peace and love?
My friends WE are the exiles.
the ones who have not returned.
who have seemed to circle the band wagons,
leaving the impoverished voice unheard
Who will be our Nehemiah?
willing to take a stand.
Or how about our Moses,
leading the impoverished to the promised land
It doesn’t matter who you are.
God can use you just the same.
How long has God been waiting for the exiles to call on his name?