Providing a Collective Narrative

Come Out and Dance

Strike up the music of the band
Prepare the way for the fatted calf
The prodigal son is coming home.

He’s tired of slaving in the mud
While all his gifts and all his love
Go wasted on his mortal pride.

So turn that water into wine,
Long live spirit and death to pride.
The rebel son is homeward bound.

Spread the news across the land
Come out and sing, come out and dance
The age of poetry has begun.

Come share your gifts and I’ll share mine
We’ll build on something worthy of time
And the triumph of the Spirit will be won.

Better to look the fool than be the fool
Having learned the wisdom of the rule
To love each other as you love yourself.

Come dear brother, take my hand,
A house divided cannot stand.
It’s time we were a family once again.

Charity for all and malice toward none,
Come welcome home the prodigal son
Tomorrow we’ll work the fields again.

Come sing the human spirit above
All that divides and occludes our love:
Love each other as you love yourself.

So strike up the music of the band
We’re blazing a trail for the Promised Land:
Heaven on earth lies within you.