#73

There are mysteries far too wonderful

for me to understand,

and I'm grateful for the peace

of resting, beloved.

The world is complex and 

I am small,

Oh that You see me at all.

For those in the tree,

straining to see

Jesus,

consider the lilies, the sparrows, 

and be.

For those looking for His Bride,

step outside, not just your door,

not just your subdivision,

or even the places your passport still works. 

Look for the lonely, the slaves and the starving,

that's where the Church is always thriving.

The Church will live on with beggars and addicts,

whoever is willing to start new

and keep starting new.

But it's hard to jump with your ass glued to a pew.

Oh that our hearts were lamenting

the pain and oppression in our own streets

instead of the loss of singing hymns.

What do the hymns say?

Why must you wear you're finest

and sing unmasked,

when Jesus climbed onto the cross

simply because he was asked?