We walk down these streets,
we walk through barrenness and desolation,
we walk through barrenness and desolation,
we walk around with empty hands and heavy hearts.
These city streets, marked with shame and emptiness,
these sidewalks and paving stones
stained with painful deeds,
an honorable man is a dying breed.
And we sing Hallelujah,
because victory remains ours to claim.
We stand on these corners,
we stand at the crossroads of brokenness and hope,
we stand between life and death.
These tarnished bar stools, branded with lust and lies,
these roofs and walls, these structures
that carry the burden of inadequacy,
that bear the weight of self-loathing.
And still we sing Hallelujah,
because these foundations will fall.
We send out our prayers,
we send up requests, we plead
for the hearts of this city.
Even when all we see with our eyes
is the darkness around us,
we cry Hallelujah,
because the light of the Holy One blinds our spirits
with His glory.
And we steadfastly sing Hallelujah,
because we remember how God’s spirit operates in
subtleties,
how the slightest shift in the movement
of Holy Spirit
can have epic reverberations in
the hearts of men.
