Singing along to a song that has yet to unfold
There is a way, a road that is narrow
There's a song that commands us to love the poor
The ones we sometimes remember, other times not at all
And should our hearts grow calloused, it's one, in sorrow, we ignore

Cities have fallen on the neglect of our own brothers and sisters
Haven't I learned any of your words about loving your neighbors?
When Sodom fell at the neglect of the poor
I wonder if I would've done the same

This burden isn't new
I remember being compelled to love
Out I go into the open fields
Where the harvest is plentiful but the workers are few

I am in search for a people I have not yet known
for His great desire is to make Himself known
To share in their pain and point them to an everlasting Hope
when all surrounding circumstances and prospect of a prosperous future seem low

I take up this call but I have been foolish
I have been foolish to think that I can do this without a complete dependence on You
Until I realize it is all but by his grace
Lord, in your mercy, deal with me accordingly

I remember the words He once spoke,
"My yolk is easy, and My burden is light"
"Come to Me all you who are weary"
Fear not, for I am with you always

Sometimes I make a home in this place where I don't belong
But I see now; we weren't meant to belong
Our time here won't be long

Teach me to sing along to Your song
And to read between the lines
To love with every ounce of my being
In every way, teach me how to seek that I may find