Tonight as I kneel at the foot of the cross
it's quiet, familiar. Our worship, Your loss,
the choirs sing softly. Surrounded by peace,
a gift from the Prince. Insecurities cease.
Your presence is subtle, yet fills us with breath.
In light, in the sunrise, in whisper, feareth
not. Touch of a friend, and an angel's soft words.
The descent of the stars, with invisible birds.
Tonight it is cold, and the world is too bright.
We shiver in silence, and shrink from the light.
This day we remember the seeds as they die,
then rise once more stronger, meant always to fly.
This night we remember we're part of a plan,
each one of us meant to be more special than
we see in our own eyes right here and right now.
This twilight, remember pain, call to mind how
Your death brought new life into all of our hearts.
Your life still brings peace into our broken hearts.
But I can't help but wonder, how do You bind
all people in love. How are we not the blind?
We cannot even be a community hear,
and we're losing each other every day, every year.
And I wonder how You can bring life to Your church.
So many yet hate it, and I fear every search
brings farther away, those You would draw near.
So Lord, please bring life into each doubt and fear.
Be Father, beloved, Forever Friend,
and sing with us now, let our worship not end.
Bring life in the midst of the bright, washed out cold,
and bring about all the stories so often retold.
Still hold me but also, as Shepherd, please lead.
And I'll shout from the rooftops, He is risen indeed.