from Doug Perry, 1/6/2025 - turned into a song HERE
Can you imagine? Can you even conceive?
When the Bride is One what will it be?
No more division, no sects, no factions,
Just love for all the brethren
One people, one body, acting as one.
One mind, one direction, one Lord
On faith, one, baptism, one hope.
Could it ever really be? Why can’t they see?
What if everyone you see is sister or brother and glad to be.
What if peace were to reign? It’d be the end of all pain.
When the Bride is One then all the battles are won.
Oh, if only it were today. If only they would all say,
“Enough is enough, we don’t have to be right,
It’s enough that we’re one, we don’t want to fight.”
Could it ever really be? Why can’t they see?
Do we really long for this? Long to be One?
Or instead would we rather be right?
As if any of us really know. As if we don’t see darkly.
We’re all wrong about something.
But at least we have that in common.
Why not agree that we can be one on THAT point?
That we are ants, then hit our knees and repent?
Oh, when will it happen? Jesus longed for it.
He prayed in the Garden that He would see it.
Christ in all of us, God in Him, all one, that’s it.
Why can’t we do it? Why can’t we submit?
What are we praying for that’s better than it?
All it takes is surrender.
To die to self and our pride.
To give up our mind and take His inside.
To obey His will and set ours aside.
There’s no other way to be One.
It must be Him in us and through us.
Then we’ll have won.
Until then we are defeated. We are enslaved.
We are captive to sin and self and snake.
We are hypocrites pretending and using His Name,
When we don’t care what His last prayer contained.
His dying wish was for us to be ONE.
The best proof to the world that HE was The One.
Why do we chase anything else?
Buildings and programs and miracles
Gifts and wealth and nonsense.
And yet we march on, glorifying and praising it all.
As if any of it was an answer to His prayers.
Woe, woe, on us until the day when we can obey.
A sad shadow, a shriveled husk, a minced body
Pieces laying all around, filled with division,
Not even teaching how to forgive and restore.
Oh, God, how can this be?
That we are all so far from thee?
Please have mercy on our stupid selves
and since we can’t, fix it Yourself.
Please fix it Yourself.