1. God save this breaking land before we’re past repair.
We’ve let false profits ravage the gift all creatures share.
Frayed rules like loos’ning bands, that once bound greedy hands,
No longer guard the future now. God save this breaking land.
2. Tall fences painted white, like sentries, stand their ground
On lakes where great abundance has private shoreline ’round.
While “Mine but never yours” fouls every aquifer.
A plague of thirst and struggle looms. God save this breaking land.
3. Deep buried tribal hate released like rabid dogs
Is roaming every valley stalking the common good
As speakers crafting lies blare loudly through the skies
To drown the sparrow songs of hope. God save this breaking land.
4. You made the universe from voids of empty space.
Why not repair between us for wid’ning wounds of race?
From boardrooms everywhere, out to the crowded square,
Roll away the stone of priv’lege now. God save this breaking land.
5. God save this breaking land. Come resurrect us all.
Let new transforming skin grow where all is cracked and raw.
Empower these feet to move, clad with persistent shoes,
From shattered hopes to firm resolve. God save this breaking land.
Words and music by Bret Hesla. © 2024 Bret Hesla.
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I’m guessing you’re spirit is in a simlar place as mine, dividing its time between lament and resistance. This song is a lament. The lyrics are harsh, like the time we’re living in. I suspect it will take some courage on the part of your leaders to include this song in your service or event.
I find a certain release in the singing of it; the melody has a traditional hymn-like shape to it. You could do it as a solo, or as a choir piece. My vote, as usual, would be to let the whole group sing it.