It’s said you’re the way, the truth and the liFe,
They dance to thank you for your gifts of grace,
Sinners, saints, sheep, goats and sowers of strife,
All scrambling in the everlasting race.
David danced, wept his tears in temples old,
We bring our sacrifice, clothed in fresh shame,
Squandering pearls for the lies we’ve been sold,
Seeking real treasures, the love with your name.
True worship stands naked before your throne,
No TV preacher, no calls for cold cash,
Making crushed hearts bleed where once was dry stone,
Reducing our idols to piles of ash.
Let your living fountains spring forth and flow,
From this quiet place, let living seeds grow.