On This Street

Somebody's hungry three doors down
Somebody's praying behind the register
If the kingdom is real
Let it leave the building let it live on this street

There's a corner where they gather when the shelter's doors are locked
A kid at dawn counts breakfast from a church three streets across
The cashier whispers Lord be near beneath the neon fire
While the traffic light keeps blinking on a city that is tired

If Your kingdom is real let it cross our line
Past the parking lot and pews to the people in the line
Not a rally not a show no spotlight we require
Just a table on the sidewalk and a love that won't expire

On this street Your kingdom come
Your will be done the doors undone
Let the hungry find some bread
Your kingdom on this street

Hands open wide (open wide)
'Til the least of these arrive

There's a woman on the night bus clutching a past-due bill
There's a man behind the counter with a cup he cannot fill
We have sung a thousand choruses of how the heaven looks
But the gospel that we carry must be heavier than books
It's a coat against the winter it's a hot meal in the cold
It's a welcome for the stranger standing just outside the fold

Who do we carry? (everybody!)
Who do we feed? (everybody!)
Who gets a seat when they're down to their last need? (everybody!)
Who do we welcome? (everybody!)
Who do we send? (everybody!)
Kingdom on this street won't stop 'til mercy reaches end to end!

We march it down the sidewalk past the places hope forgot
Till the mercy that we sing about is the mercy that we brought
Come you tired come you broke down come you left-out come you last
Come you praying in the stairwell come you running from your past
There's a door that's standing open there's a welcome and a light
Bring the kingdom to the sidewalk till there's nobody outside!

On this street not someday not above
On this street let it look like love
'Til the corner looks like heaven
'Til the hungry all are fed

On this street Your kingdom come
Your will be done the doors undone
Let the wounded lift their head
Jesus walk our neighborhood

The block don't need religion it needs a love it recognizes
We walk it out on Monday 'til the whole street realizes
Till our sidewalk sounds like praise
Till our sidewalk sounds like praise