Giving Thanks

We run to meet you in your temple
We rush to be there by your side
As, with eager hands,
We search your pockets.
With expectant greed,
We seek them out.

Lord, Lord,
We cry to you,
And with pouting lips demand
The rewards of our pilgrimage
The blessings from your hands.

We’ve heard of golden fortresses
We’ve heard of sparkling streets
But we’ve never seen your blessings
So in foolishness we weep

In foolishness we give to you,
Reluctant tithes and praise
So long as your requirements
Don’t disrupt our foolish ways

We can’t understand your sacrifice,
But alas, we’ve never tried.
Cause in truth we do not wonder,
We know just why you died.

It was because you loved us,
And it’s no wonder why
We are a pleasant people
We don’t even have to try.

We’re generous in giving,
We hate violence, rape and crime
We’ve got programs for the homeless
They just have to stand in line.

We’ve got doctors, lawyers, nurses
Working for the greater good
Defining rights and freedoms
Just as we know they should

Lovely, O so lovely
Are the crowns we seek to wear
Fit with scarlet rubies,
And set with flawless care

Precious, O so precious
Are the gowns that we’ll adorn
Woven strands of glory,
As our Saviour must have worn

So we rush into your temple
And we leave your pockets bare.
So focused on our mission
That we hardly see you there.

So silently you watch us.
You do not say a word.
And which one of us would notice?
Or stop to thank you, Lord?

You hang above us silent,
As we gamble for your clothes,
Consumed with sin and foolish,
You are the one we loathe.

Cause your blessings do not satisfy
The cravings of our heart,
We desire something deeper
Than the things you can impart

So we turn from you in anger
And admonish all our praise
Upon our paper idols
And our blessed worldly ways.

Yet still you bleed before us
Naked, bruised and torn
Crying out for nothing
Receiving naught but scorn

As we’re rushing down the sidewalk
We pass right by your cross
While we’re seeking satisfaction
Never knowing our great loss

And your blood is raining down on us
But our umbrella’s in the way
And we keep on with our busy lives
Cause we can’t get wet today

We cannot turn to look at you
And we cannot drop our guard
Cause if we seen you’re face we’d know
And that would be too hard.

We’d know that we are sinners
We’d know we put you there
We’d see our selfish lives laid out
Our empty hearts true fare

And though such solemn knowledge
Would be for the greater good
We do not want to turn away
From all we know we should.