We’re looking for You, O God. We abandoned our cathedrals and replaced them with sound systems. Our indulgences are our parking lot funds, and today Judas would be bought with a book deal instead of silver. We’ve created a maze, and now we’re lost in it. We want to hear Your voice again, and we don’t want to be told it’s You; we want to fall on our faces. Your presence shouldn’t be able to be mistaken for a well-placed minor chord or a poetic sermon ending. We want to know You again.
I think we should go acapella on this one.
Turn your eyes upon Jesus.
Look full in His wonderful face.
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim
In the light of His glory and grace.