Shunned At A Funeral — Names

They turn their faces when we speak
Cross the street, call us weak, say our
Hope is outdated, faith
A crutch for fools and broken choirs
They roll their eyes at a words like
Truth, say faith is fear in sunday clothes.
We're too loud for quieter
Rooms, too slow for a world
That only moves
They say we chose the losing side, that
Grace is weakness dressed in lies.
They isolate us, mark us
Strange, say love like this will never change.
They tell us keep it to ourselves, hide our cross, shelf our songs.
We don't belong, we don't fit in
We're ghosts inside the shape of things.
They call us addict, they call
Us orphan, they call us a
Weirdo, they call us hardened, they call
Us failure, they call us useless.
Us
Finished, they call us ruined, but he
Calls us chosen
He calls us known
He calls
Us children.
He calls us home
He calls us righteous
And singing
He calls us clean.
He calls us written
In eternity
Let me take us
They say we're wasting precious
Breath believing life outruns the grave
They say our joy is self-deceit
A bedtime story we still need
They tell us we are on borrowed time
That hope like ours will fade
And fall.
But we have heard another
Voice that speaks through loss and
They call us stubborn.
They call us broken.
They call us backwards
They call us hopeless.
They call us bigots
They call us narrow.
They call
And singing] us blind.
They call
Us shallow.
But
He calls us beloved.
He
Calls us free
He calls us heirs of royalty
He calls
Us forgiven.
He calls us raised.
He calls
Us faithful by sovereign grace
Every name they gave us
Falls quiet at
His feet
Every scar they counted becomes
A testimony
What the world called a wasted
He calls redeemed
What the world called dying
He calls a seed
They called us lost
They called us nothing
They called us dust
And singing] and left us running
But
He calls us sons and daughters.
He
Calls us his.
He calls
Us worthy because of christ.
He
Calls us loved beyond all measure
Called by name.
Loved forever.
Not by
Our work, but by his son
Let them call us what they will
We know the voice that names us still