Reckoning Day - John Mark McMillan

The lions in the street

Bend their heads

For the reckoning day

Cause the interstate’s

Giving up her dead

For the reckoning day

Would you come alive everybody

Would you come alive everyone

Get up out of bed for the

Sound of the song unsung

Bury all your guns in the sand

Cause the temperature’s changed

And the blood shot

Eye of the sun

Stains the bones of the slain

Would you come alive everybody

Would you come alive everyone

Get up out of bed for the

Sound of the song unsung

The hour’s gonna take you apart

On the reckoning day

If the property lines of your heart

Are drawn in the clay

Would you come alive everybody

Would you come alive everyone

Get up out of bed for the

Sound of the song unsung

The tidewater’s taxing the shores

Of the washing away

The flood stands

High at the doors

Of the houses you’ve made

Would you come alive everybody

Would you come alive everyone

Get up out of bed for the

Sound of the song unsung

Lift up your head

Oh you gates

Lift up your eyes

All you who wait

Daughter and son

Ashes and dust

Come untied from the

Weight of the age