Common Song

It matters not who's right or wrong,
don't lose the joy of our common song.
Let's find a way to see the light
that bathes us in hope at the end of the night.
Whatever happened is long ago.
You and I may never know
how that stone was rolled away,
so many theories come into play.
Let's agree that we will disagree
yet hold a common hope that he
will live on in us, in what we do.
I have a feeling he is not through,
that somehow his presence will lead the way
to a moment in time when we can say:
"In spite of the conflicts that punctuate life,
in the midst of confusion, doubts or strife,
a whispered word fills my weary mind:
live for truth; be generous, always be kind"
and that, my friends, will move me on,
and I will sing our common song.
It matters not who's right or wrong,
what matters is knowing that we belong
to one who lives beyond the tomb,
who, at this moment, fills this room
with a mystery, not one to be proved,
a living light that graciously moves
each one of us to simply be
his life in the world for all to see.
It doesn't matter who's right or wrong.
Come, let's sing our common song.