Week after week
Our weak voices speak
Proclaiming in your name
That it's you we seek.
We call you omnipotent, all-powerful
the Almighty,
Claiming that in all our might we
Can't hold a candle to you.
We read of your miracles,
Wonder at your parables,
And one day each week we shout,
"These are not just fables!"
But Sunday school ends,
And the worship service sends
Us out to be about our Father's business,
But our attention span is short.
The rest of the week
We speak of our might
And what we might do
Thinking not of you
But of our own hands
Our own demands
Building castles of sand
And declaring them secure.
But the week ends,
And the weekend sends
Us back to the pew and to you.
Maybe this week we'll see that your power
Leaves the building with us.
