A Song of the Bodhisattva
In the midst of new dimensions,
in the face of changing ways,
Who will lead the pilgrim peoples wandering in their separate ways?
God of rainbow, fiery pillar, leading where the eagles soar,
We your people, ours the journey now and ever, now and ever, now and evermore.
Through the flood or starving people, warring factions and despair,
Who will lift the olive branches? Who will light the flame of care?
As we stand a world divided by our own self-seeking schemes,
Grant that we, your global village, might envision wider dreams.
We are man and we are woman,
all persuasions, old and young,
Each a gift in your creation, each a love song to be sung.
Should the threats of dire predictions cause us to withdraw in pain,
May your blazing phoenix spirit resurrect this church again.
~Julian Rush (b. 1936) sought to incorporate Native American spiritual imagery with Hebrew imagery in this text, written in 1985. (The text and the tune were created simultaneously.) He was named the founding director of the Colorado AIDS Project in 1983. ~source, excerpted: http://www.firstcongmadison.org/hymn-notes/hymn-391-midst-new-dimensions