As we meet
will we allow God to rise within our worship,
and scatter the thoughts that crowd
and keep us from the divine presence.
Will the smoke screen of our imagined busyness clear
so that jubilant praise can be sung.
Lets sing our songs,
and may our praise carry on the clouds,
that all will know the protection of the vulnerable
that comes in the name of the Eternal.
Let the care of the Creator I’ve home
to those who have been lost.
Come sing to the Ancient one
who brings new life
in the turning of time.