A Sunday Doxology
We sing with expectation of you,
hope of all the earth
dear desire of every nation
joy of every longing heart,
but I wonder —
if we put our hopes, desires, joys
under the microscope of your Word
would we actually find you there?
Or only ourselves with all things
temporal, disordered, misplaced,
marred and scarred,
poor imitations and woeful substitutions
for you.
How tragic that we would choose
such trivialities, trinkets, and travesties
in place of the wonders of your
great, unfailing, eternal love
that reaches to the heavens
and into our hearts.
In repentant praise, we humbly
desire your will.
And yours alone.
