A Call for Our Anthem

Show the helpless dreams of the world,
o Lord --
the true ones from deep,
and not too waxed in sadness.

I have seen some and know them;
they are facets of Yours.
I would bend myself
until we have them all real.

Take back the armors
of resignation defended
which You allowed us to build.
The hope of each heart
becomes a wide chorus --
so similar, they are
a roof-raising chord
when blended and pure.

I believe where it leads will be good.
I believe when we all hear it truly, we will be capable.

I believe, even against dear friends, that the day arrives.