Excerpt from script:

And when the world seems to be falling apart

and daylight seems to be getting dark,

because justice is so overdue that it hurts,

and we march through the streets, but can’t feel it work,

I hear Mary say, “You lift up the lowly” and, “God, you alone

fill the hungry.”

And I know that this hurt is not what God planned,

so I join her in prayer, and I sing it again.

Until her song of hope becomes my refrain

of protest and lament when there’s far too much pain.