I'm desperate to see...

I'm not blind,
I'm not hiding in the dark,
but I can't find what I am looking for
and I'm desperate to see.

It might sound cliche, but I'm looking for hope.

I'm looking for the hope for the lost,
A place of refuge in the storm.
A people who welcome
A people who refuse to believe labels and rumors of labels.
I'm looking for a safe place,
No not for me, but for them.
A place where walls can come down
A place where they will be free.

It might sound cliche, but I'm looking for hope.

I'm looking for the place that brings restoration here,
A place that doesn't just paint it's walls white,
A people that don't hide behind policy
And let grudges and fear pile up
I'm looking for a place that is open
No, not for me, but for them
A place where dirt is normal
A place where they will be free.

It might sound cliche, but I'm looking for hope.

I'm looking for the place where people are really seen.
A place that doesn't just push them off,
A people that look beyond the rough, and to the heart
A people that see beyond the hurt, and to the need
I'm looking for a place that really loves,
No, not for me, but for them.
A place where hurt isn't the end
A place where they will be free.

It might sound cliche, but I'm looking for hope.

I'm looking for the place where Jesus is (Matthew 18:20)
A place that isn't fill with the healthy (Matthew 9:12; Mark 2:17)
A people that care for the despised (Matthew 9:10)
A people who realize, they were them once too (1 Corinthians 6:11)
I'm looking for a place that hopes (1 Corinthians 13:7)
No, not for me, but for them.
A place where their history doesn't matter (2 Corinthians 2:17)
A place where they will be free. (Galatians 5:13)

It might sound cliche, but I'm looking for hope.

And despite all the promises and good words
the motivations and speculations
when the rubber hits the road (or other cliche saying that might not be as sweet)
I don't see the hope
And I'm desperate to see.