A Canticle of the Turning

Today in church we sang the hymn Canticle of the Turning and the words brought to mind the situation we find ourselves today in this country. It gave me hope that the tyrants in power will be brought down:  

     From the halls of power to the fortress tower, 

         not a stone will be left on stone. 

    Let the king beware for your justice tears 

         ev'ry tyrant from his throne. 

I'll let you read the rest of the lyrics and decide its relevance:

Canticle of the Turning

by Rory Cooney

My soul cries out with a joyful shout 

     that the God of my heart is great, 

And my spirit sings of the wondrous things 

     that you bring to the ones who wait. 

You fixed your sight on your servant's plight, 

     and my weakness you did not spurn, 

So from east to west shall my name be blessed. 

     Could the world be about to turn? 

My heart shall sing of the day you bring. 

     Let the fires of your justice burn. 

Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, 

     and the world is about to turn! 

Though I am small, my God, my all, 

     you work great things in me, 

And your mercy will last from the depths of the past 

     to the end of the age to be. 

Your very name puts the proud to shame, 

     and to those who would for you yearn, 

You will show your might, put the strong to flight, f

     or the world is about to turn. 

My heart shall sing of the day you bring. 

     Let the fires of your justice burn. 

Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, 

     and the world is about to turn! 

From the halls of power to the fortress tower, 

     not a stone will be left on stone. 

Let the king beware for your justice tears 

     ev'ry tyrant from his throne. 

The hungry poor shall weep no more, 

     for the food they can never earn; 

There are tables spread, ev'ry mouth be fed, 

     for the world is about to turn. 

My heart shall sing of the day you bring. 

     Let the fires of your justice burn. 

Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, 

     and the world is about to turn! 

Though the nations rage from age to age, 

     we remember who holds us fast: 

God's mercy must deliver us 

     from the conqueror's crushing grasp. 

This saving word that out forebears heard 

     is the promise which holds us bound, 

'Til the spear and rod can be crushed by God, 

     who is turning the world around. 

My heart shall sing of the day you bring. 

     Let the fires of your justice burn. 

Wipe away all tears, for the dawn draws near, 

     and the world is about to turn!