Brothers, lift your thought of cities
Above the glitter and the stress,
Above the crowded institutions
And the urban wilderness—
For through endless streets and buildings
Breathe God's thoughts in millionfold,
Breathes His Christ, the very presence
Out of which our lives unfold.
Throughout the plazas pressed with people
Under pale, polluted skies,
Between the flair and flux of fashion
And the politician's cries—
Moves our prayer, God's law in action,
Moves the power of His Son—
Brightness shafting through all error,
Christ enlightening every man.
Brothers, see your city's beauty:
God reveals our heavenly home—
Surmounting data, graphs, statistics,
With ideas—all in His name;
Beyond addiction, crime, disease,
Beyond the media's endless round—
Christ translates the urban as
His kingdom in us, glory crowned.
