Out of the tension will come new people
But I feel like I'm currently staring off a cliff
Balancing on a church steeple
Waiting for Maranatha as the next sequel
But still on a tight rope stretched between the asphalt
Under my feet, and the Heavenly Bridge only faith can see
I'm groaning for the perfect see-saw balance
Where justice and righteousness perfectly kiss
But I'm reminded they already did
History is witness
I'm believing the future will paint the prophesies left unmixed
And will paint a portrait of a new man and woman
A new city, new government
A new system with no sin
Freedom from a failed law
Truth and Grace in the code
An office, no ordinary man or woman could ever hold
Except the Master of all skin, melanin and soul
Who brushstrokes Redemption with His perfectly-timed-flow
His masterpiece of we, will no doubt, be done
We are becoming Creation to New Creation
Stretched on the canvas of the Risen first Son of God
Through a cross and resurrection
An intersection paved on the Sent One
Will purge all the evil ever said and ever done
But as maturity is not produced in one day
Neither does Christ's Good News make all things new in one age
God still saves, one by one
Day by day, played out on our earthly stage
The timing of the tension forever on display
But the invitation to make sin-slaves free
Rides between the line of self-made opportunity
And a beautiful submissive belief
Are you a prince or a thief
Every period in antiquity and modernity
Displays the schemes by a cosmic ancient enemy
Pulling out the worst of our flesh and humanity
Turn on your TV, tribalism is a beast
No fallen leader can ever make cease
Even the Beast. But in-between Lamb and Lion
Emerges a Way to Eternal Peace
Ephesians Two & Three, read
The tension of God becoming man
Became a weapon to free
Near and far
From every diverse seed fallen from ethnicity's tree
Gathered in the sleeves of the Gardener King
Truly, Out of the Tension, Comes Beauty