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When the King Comes

I’ve been longing for things to be made right.

The election in Iran, the nuclear stand-off in North Korea, babies being abused and abandoned, people being profiled, discriminated against, or killed based on their address, skin color, or any other difference.

Injustice.

Makes me long for the day when justice rolls down like a flood; when the Prince of Peace establishes His kingdom.

I’ve been longing for things to be made right.

The election in Iran, the nuclear stand-off in North Korea, babies being abused and abandoned, people being profiled, discriminated against, or killed based on their address, skin color, or any other difference.

Injustice.

Makes me long for the day when justice rolls down like a flood; when the Prince of Peace establishes His kingdom.

I want to share with you a song/poem I wrote on Martin Luther King Day; a nod to a man who represented peace in the face of severe injustice, and a kneel to the Man who made King’s dream possible:

The King Song

The day they laid Him down
The man who had a dream
I saw a nation drown in tears

The years have come and gone
The dream not yet fulfilled
I wonder what went wrong
I wish the King were here

They say a man can’t ride on your back
Unless it’s bent
We live with dreams deferred
And cry as they ferment

We walk the wilderness road
Tripped up by calves of gold
When will this dream unfold
When the King comes
When the King comes

We wander day and night
Not by power or by might
We’ll only be made right
When the King comes
When the King comes
When the King comes

Well we’ve come a long way since
But we have a ways to go
We’re much wiser and convinced
We can’t do this thing alone

The strength the tie that binds
Not made by human hands
Revealing light to the blind
The King of Unity stands
The King of Unity stands

They say a man can’t ride on your back
Unless it’s bent
We live with dreams deferred
And cry as they ferment

We walk the wilderness road
Tripped up by calves of gold
When will this dream unfold
When the King comes
When the King comes
When the King comes

Well we’ve come a long way since
But we have a ways to go
We’re much wiser and convinced
We can’t do this thing alone

The strength the tie that binds
Not made by human hands
Revealing light to the blind
The King of Unity stands
The King of Unity stands

 

Maranatha. Come, Lord Jesus.

 

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Sharifa Stevens

Sharifa Stevens is a Manhattan-born, Bronx-raised child of the King, born to Jamaican immigrants, and currently living in Dallas. Sharifa's been singing since she was born. Her passion is to serve God's kingdom by leading His people in worship through music, speaking and writing, and relationships with people. Her heart is also unity, inspired by John. Sharifa hates exercise but likes Chipotle, bagels with a schmeer and lox, salmon sushi, chicken tikka, curried goat (yeah, it's good) with rice and peas, and chocolate lava cakes. She's been happily married to Jonathan since 2006...and he buys her Chipotle.

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    Terri Moore

    Love it! So beautiful…are
    Love it! So beautiful…are you putting it to music? I want to hear you sing it!

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    bleek

    it gets better
    for those interested, this song will come to life on Sunday (6/21) at Skillman Bible Church (www.skillmanbiblechurch.com). Sha will be sharing this in its musical form. I gear-ohn-tee it will be awesome.

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    Anonymous

    Man, I know that feeling.
    Man, I know that feeling. That’s why I laugh sometimes when I hear someone hostile to faith describe Christianity as a crutch. As if it’s somehow some kind of spiritual Valium that makes you able to float along ignoring the ills of the world. I’ve found the effect to be the opposite. We’ve been given a glimpse of a perfect, loving God who promises…perfected existence where hate and corruption have no place. In the meantime, we live out our lives in a world where hate and corruption are commonplace, even within the organizations that claim to be doing God’s work. The tension created by this reality can nauseate me at times. It’s those times that typically drive me back to God – that remind me that I’m carrying things that are not mine to carry…

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