A Prophet’s Voice 

We do a better job of imagining what worship will

look like in heaven than what it might be like

 in church,
Lord.  We like the idea of crowns being
cast

 before
you.  Of a numberless choir singing Holy! Holy! Holy!

We are not even all that uncomfortable with

a trumpet or two in that setting.  Or bowing

down, come to think of it, since everyone

else will be doing it, too.

It’s church that stumps us.  Contrary to

our strongest resolve, we too often file into the

worship center wondering What are we in for today?

And Will we sing
any songs I know?  Will it be so

loud I can’t think?  Will I hear anything that

makes any sense at all?  These fears
leave

someone else—anyone else—in charge of what we

receive.  And
what we contribute.

Deliver back to us, Lord, a voice—a loud prophet’s

voice—that calls us to enter your presence as

your church with awe. 
With reverence.  With

anticipation. 
With wonder.  Make bold our own

voice to cry Today
we want to hear a word

from the Lord! Today we want
to practice

abandon in adoring you.  So
maybe heaven

won’t come as such a shock.