1. Make straight the way: the city streets for God a highway laid; with dauntless voice proclaim good news, street angels, unafraid. Shall we, who once 'hosanna' cried, cry 'crucify' today? Christ, give us strength to bear your cross along Cyrene's way. 2. Make straight the truth, pierce with your light our world that thinks it knows; its odd delusions, unknown gods, our sophistries expose. Shall we, who question 'what is truth?', re-hang you on the tree? Christ, teach our minds the wisdom of your truth to set us free. 3. Make straight the life, life spent with grief, spent poor or spent in wealth; life lived with others, lived alone, in sickness or in health. Shall we still seek to live for self as though to you unknown? Christ of our secret thoughts, raise us from death to life, your own. 4. Emmanuel, be God with us as once in Palestine you fed the hungry, healed the sick, turned water into wine. Our feet are yours to walk your way, our minds your truth to name; and in your life, our lives made new your kingdom love proclaim.
Possible tunes: Kingsfold, Noel.
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