Ordinary Time // Week 17 // Sept. 15-21

THE WAY YOUR KINGDOM COMES

I called to you, LORD

You answered me

I wasn’t looking

When I wasn’t looking

Where I wasn’t looking

You answered me

The LORD doesn’t call from the top of a tower

But comes in the tiniest seed of a flower

And we sleep and rise and rub our eyes

That a new day has begun

We sleep and rise and change our minds

In the way your kingdom comes

I held fast to you, LORD

You held fast to me

I grew weary and mad

Impatient and sad

Couldn’t see what I had

You held fast to me

The LORD doesn’t call for fire and smoke

But comes in the tiniest seed of an oak

Birds weave in and out and nest about

The branches of your love

Birds weave in and out and do not doubt

The way your kingdom comes

I cried out to you, LORD

You comforted me.

Though I had strayed

I turned away

Couldn’t see what you made

You comforted me

The LORD doesn’t call just the pious and perfect

But comes to the hearts of the anxious and burdened

Who fret and pace and find our place

In the pages of your love

We fret and pace til we rest in grace

The way your kingdom comes

Lyrics and Music: Lindsey FitzGerald Stine, 2024

Vocals: Lindsey FitzGerald Stine, Rachel FitzGerald

Ordinary Time // Week 18 // Sept. 22-28