If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Hi Mark,
ReplyDeleteI saw the word doxology and it made me think of something. I can remember growing up we use to sing the doxology at the end of the service almost every Sunday. Is there a reason we don't anymore? I was just curious. :) Not a big deal that we don't but it's one of those vivid things I remember.
Have a great day Pastor Mark! Many blessings to you!
Amber Albrecht