A Holy Violence
In every rhythm, in every season
The music of our soul rings out to you
Every song s seed of faith
Every hymn a deed of faith
The music of our souls sing out to You.
We bring the sacrifice
A wiling price and offering
We bring the praise of lips
And loose our grips on worldly things
All as an act of our willing worship
A gift and glorious qorban
A place where we stand
In the light of your gaze
A simple sacrifice of praise.
In every chorus
We cast before us
At your feet the crowns of our days
In every silence
A holy violence
In the power of your passionate praise!
Anthony Foster
June 17, 2002