The Good News

© 2010 Sara Thomsen

Oh, the gospel, the good news
Walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes
Somebody hungry—get some food on their plate Pray for those who put you down,
love the ones you hate

Down in Knoxville, Tennessee,
Sunday morning, sanctuary
A man pulls out a loaded gun from a guitar case Bullets fly in sacred space, oh, blood on lace
A weapon of hate in a masquerade
As an instrument of song and praise
Played on a Sunday morning in a house of grace

And the children were singing,
“The sun‘ll come out tomorrow”
Shine it’s light, clear away the sorrow
But memories, you cannot sweep away Open fire on that day of the children’s play

Oh, the gospel, the good news
Walk a mile in somebody else’s shoes
Somebody bound in chains—set them free
Look out for the last and the least, love your enemy