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