Worship

It seems so far away,
The thought of suffering, hunger and need.
Lord, we're so comfortable.
They're only pictures on the TV screen.
Oh, we fast but we know we can eat the next day
and we travel to church in a car.
There are carpets to comfort our knees as we pray
and no danger in being what we are.

Are my praises so loud
That they drown out the cries?
Do I fail to stoop down
Because my hands are raised too high?
Are my eyes shut so tight
When I pray I won't see?
Am I worshiping God for only me?

You say that worshiping, Lord,
is more like something I should do with my life.
Not just at Sunday school.
No Lord, you're calling me to put these things right.
There are hungry to feed.
I have so much to spare.
For the naked and downtrodden too.
So much hurting around me.
Please help me to care.
Lord I want to start worshiping you.

You make me shine like the sun
and your glory will shelter me.
When I cry out, you come.
You restore me Lord.
Setting me free.