Is it hard to believe
that a void without form
could be transformed, 
with just God-spoken words
into skies filled with birds
and fish-swarming seas
and seed-laden trees
and creatures that creep
and beasts of the deep
and cattle that graze
long Eden-basked days.
And steward of all,
humankind…yet to fall.

Is it hard to believe
that mere morsels of bread
from mere mortals who said:
“This crowd can’t be fed,”
could be transformed instead,
(as a blessing that’s spoken
over bread that is broken),
into thousands of feasts 
where every piece
is rich with the yeast 
of a kingdom of peace.
And a kingdom of love 
where all have enough.

Is it hard to believe 
that a tomb was a womb?
That a room for the dead
would be transformed instead 
into place of new birth,
new heaven, new earth, 
where hope rose again
from the grave clothes of pain 
and faith for tomorrow 
sprung fresh shoots from the sorrow
and death met its end
as love did ascend
for a world now to mend. 

Do we dare to believe 
that the Spirit who raised
God’s own son from the grave 
now lives on to re-form us,
not content to conform us
to world’s-pattern performers
but he yearns to transform us
into those who say no
to the world’s status quo.
With renewed minds we’re seeing
renewed ways of being,
A new age begun
Where God’s will be done

So let us believe
that we’re part of something,
that we’re called by the king
to be transformed for 
his great plan to restore 
a world where the poor
in spirit find more.
We will not do it all,
Our steps may be small,
we ‘ll stumble, we’ll fall 
As we walk to this call
But he’ll reach down his hand,
Once again, so we stand
Transformed to be used
For transforming good news