The baton has been dropped
In the church and in the nation
Was it the young or the old?
Tell me which generation
It lays there on the track
While others run ahead
It lies for all to see
While the church remains dead
Will someone pick it up
Will someone take it and advance
Will someone begin to run
Will someone take a chance
I stare at that baton
I expect someone to grab it
But in doing nothing at all
Some have formed a habit
Others want you to think
They have finished the race
While the baton lies there
Unmoved from its place
Anointed men and women
They have come and gone
The church is waiting for someone
To grab that dropped baton
The crowds have dispersed
But the race is not done
On that empty track lane
May we grab the baton and run
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