A God Foreign to Me

Deliver songs with high precision.
Hone your voice, prophetic vision.
Melody, harmony, fall, rise.
Hand lifted, bleary eyes.
Rehearse your lines, but be sincere,
Por menos, make it so appear.
Build and swell, control emotion.
To country, God, church, yield devotion.
Worship your dramatic Broadway God:
Whirlwind, firestorm, shattered sod.
Still.
Small.
Pure.
Clear.
Finding God in desert places,
Finding in each other's faces.
When knowing God in silence, sound,
If we know His truth, our hope is found.