Crown Prince of Shalom, where today are Your
Spirit flames melting war profiteers’ hearts?
Can we join Your global peace procession
or was Palm Sunday a mocking pretense?
Love, assert Your innate authority:
captivate judges and legislators
with Your restorative justice for all
while former exploiters dissolve in tears.
Cloud Driver Most Sublime, we acclaim You
most earthy, moving daily load lifters,
directing all angels, seen and unseen
guardians, messengers, dancers, singers.
Freedom March Leader, Your heart megaphones
boom from bombed homes, bleached bones and makeshift camps,
calling new generations of Easter
people to refugee relief brigades.
Celestial Creator, we adore You,
foreseeing all rulers honoring Your
rule of Love, every creative spirit
united in Your peace-making orbit.