Raise your hands now that the king is dead
Bring the poor out the streets the meek are fed
Bring sugar, milk, wine, and bread
Please lower your hands for the king is dead

May the ****** please come and feast with us
No need to starve like rats on crumbs and crust
We can show you peace, love, and trust
Oh please, the ******, come and feast with us

May the women who roam the night please come forth
We admire you because we all come from your birth
All humans, no lesser, from all east and north
May the dear woman from the night please come forth

Now that we have gathered I want to tell you all
What love and triumph serves to call
How we all rise with sun and sleep at fall
Please love yourself I’ve gathered tell you all

In the darkness that covers me I can see a few little stars

The brightness that still burns amidst hopelessness, the shame, the self resentment

Little stars still burn to show me

That there is hope somewhere in the universe

Little stars still burn to show me

That I still have time to make this right

I may not have the ability to change your mind - but I can change mine

The hair on the back of my hand
glistens in the lamp at night
it tells me I am a man
I am a creature
a thing created.
I did not create myself
even though I act as if I did.  

You made this body
and you keep it alive.
When I look at my hand
sometimes it reminds me of Jesus
who was also a man.

I yearn to feel his touch
his arms around my shoulders.
How often I need his hand
on the small of my back
giving me a gentle shove.

When I picture that hand
in my mind’s eye
I see the hair
the veins that bring the blood
from his heart,
a heart so full
so big it reaches to heaven.

It also reaches into my heart
when I think of his first noticing
and then stooping down
to touch the person on the side of the road
the person nobody else would go near.
I am touched to tears.  

That was the hand of Jesus
reaching down as it does now
to this sinner.