I posted this about three years ago, but it’s worth posting again. It’s a song I heard about ten years ago that I fell in love with.

Opener
by Lost and Found

I went to my church on Sunday, just to hear good news.
And I confess it’s been years more or less, since I’ve warmed these pews.

But I’m looking for something stronger than my own life these days,
but the church of my childhood seems like the YMCA–

where every Sunday is just like the last.
As if the church has no history, and the people have no past.

We just what we like to sing and we preach about the news,
and think up some new thing, just to fill up the pews.

I want palms on Palm Sunday and Pentecost still to be red.
I want to drink of the wine and ear of the bread.

But they strive for attendance
while I starve for transcendence,
but I count amond this body both the living and the dead.

Whether its guitars and amps, video screens, cordless mics,
or incense and robes and copes and candle light.

Just stop all your fighting over words and ways,
and tell me of Jesus, like in the good old days.