and I gaze upon the vastly expressionless congregation.
And I wonder,
"Do we believe what we're singing?
Do we really believe those words?"
We know the words quite well,
"We stand and lift up our hands,
for the joy of the lord is our strength."As a matter of fact, the words are so familiar
they have become almost...well...too familiar.
Sadly, they don't seem to inspire us anymore.
I count on two fingers the number of raised hands,
and they both belong to the same soul in the back.
In fact, most hands are tucked tightly into warm pockets,
or folded across sunken chests.
But they definitely aren't raised to the One who is the source of their joy.
I wonder what all the unraised hands are doing,
or what gadget they are manipulating.
And those faces, what are those?
Are they angry?
Upset about something?
Why are they somewhere else,
on something else?
Could they be on Someone else?
They definitely don't appear to be fixed on the One who strengthens.
If they are, I'm not too convinced.
Well, there is that hand-raiser in the back,
and that lady over in the corner with a warm smile.
I think they must believe the words.
"Why am I gazing upon them?
Couldn't my mind be one something else?
on Someone else?"
For whom am I playing these drums, anyway?
I am Aychurch, USA.