By Nicholas Weimer

The house of the Lord is divided
Many outcry against it.
Known are its failures.
Known are its shortcomings.
It has transgressed many.

We have transgressed many

But those who cry,
cry out against themselves.
The jury we have called
has found us all guilty.

None are without blemish.

The sins of man have reared again
In our imprecatory hearts.

An arbitrary judgement has been made
By those whom we call friends.
Some offenses stand, justified
Others fall, gratuitously.
But a charge of injustice has been made
Laid upon the Lord’s house.
Its deeds have been named.
Its claims uttered.

We have become profane.

Our souls tremble
for the cry has become a shout.
And hear the shout; it is a quarrell
not of foes, but of friends.
The grievances are now causes
presented to you in litany.

We earnestly await a response.

But who is to respond,
when we feud amongst ourselves?
Who is to bring about peace
When we have raised up manifestos?

Turn.

Turn your faces to him who has been judged,
Wrongly judged.
Turn to him who denied himself as God
And bore our inumerable sins.
Turn to the Lord whose hallowedness
has named this place.

Let us cast aside our hatred,
our judgements,
Our manifestos.

Let us lay down our names,
our titles,
our self-images.

Let us throw off our skin,
our bones,
our corrupted flesh.

Let us join,
hand in hand,
heart in heart,
to the cross.

Let us approach the Christ.

His broken body becomes our own.
His blood flows through our veins.
His life is our communion.

in him we are one.

And from our broken bodies,
We shall speak words of life,
and seek out fellowship.

From our blood poured out
We shall know mercy,
and image grace.

No more will we need to lean
on our own understanding.

No more will we need to use
unwholesome talk.

For in Spirit, we shall be one.

For In truth, we shall be one.

In Christ, we shall be one.

Let the words of my mouth
And the mediation of my heart
Be acceptable in your sight,
Oh lord, our rock

our redeemer.

Turn to him who denied himself as God
And bore our inumerable sins.
Turn to the Lord whose hallowedness
has named this place.

Let us cast aside our hatred,
our judgements,
Our manifestos.

Let us lay down our names,
our titles,
our self-images.

Let us throw off our skin,
our bones,
our corrupted flesh.

Let us join,
hand in hand,
heart in heart,
to the cross.

Let us approach the Christ.

His broken body becomes our own.
His blood flows through our veins.
His life is our communion.

in him we are one.

And from our broken bodies,
We shall speak words of life,
and seek out fellowship.

From our blood poured out
We shall know mercy,
and image grace.

No more will we need to lean
on our own understanding.

No more will we need to use
unwholesome talk.

For in Spirit, we shall be one.

For In truth, we shall be one.