The day God came to church
            fear flooded hearts like wind-swept tide
   We cringed before our School Marm
            from whom secrets would not hide
   When smoke of holy incense
            choked us, senseless, to our knees
   We burned our eyes to tears
            while ancient wasps attacked, displeased
   The doors we barred with "told-you-so's"
            and shame obscured the light
   Our chorus swelled, discordant
            then hushed silent in the night

   That's when then we heard the angel's song
            peal thunderclaps of praise
   The air smelled sweet, and fragrant grace
            dried every tear amazed
   From heavens, cleaved by shafts of gold
            a voice well-pleased descended
   We rose on wings of eagles
            faces lifted, knees unbended
   Commissioned there to all the world,
            took food and drink for journey
   With overflowing hearts we launched
            from glade of love and glory

   Such was the day God came to church
            (when every heart bowed low)
   To liberate our captive souls
            kiss lips, our faces glow

 
   February 9, 1998
   Lancaster, PA