“Tired Of These Songs” Joel Limpic
I’m so tired of these songs
If songs are all they are
Like flesh without bones
Are words without a home
I’m so weary of these prayers
If our lives are flat and hollow
Have we ever known the truth?
Are we all white-washed tombs?
My brothers and sisters
This should not be so!
For words without deeds
Are contradictions and cold
Let the whole of us sing out to You
Let the ordinary and everyday
Speak out praise
Let the whole of us sing out to You
Let the simple things and mundane
Voice Your name
I’m so tired of these songs
If we sing inside our caves
While the poor sit outside our four walls
We neglect their needs
I’m so weary of these prayers
If the lonely aren’t embraced
If the hungry on our city streets
Are uninvited to the Feast
If You’re so great on Sunday
On Monday does that change?
Our lives were meant to reflect You
In everything we do
If You’re so great on Sunday
On Monday You’re the same
Let every second of our days
Voice aloud Your name