There is nothing new under the sun

I have no profound thing to say,

I keep trying my best to articulate

But all my words get in the way.


Do You get tired of “hallelujah”

Casually spoken from my lips?

Like a catchphrase or a slogan

With no weight or significance.

You made us higher than the angels

But we don’t worship You the same;

Every sound that comes from them

Is to glorify Your Name.

And here we are, the ones You died for

The ones You gave it all to save

Throwing out casual “hallelujahs”

And going about our day.

We don’t stop to think about

The grace in every breath,

We don’t stop and remember

The price You paid for our every step.

We are so consumed and caught up

In our petty wants and needs

That we fail to realise

We should always be on our knees.

Do You get tired of the “amen”

While we just sit back and nod our head,

Like a full stop on a sentence

When we like what the preacher said.

You gave us dominion over the creatures

But we don’t worship You like them;

When every lily, lion and sparrow

Lives to give glory to The Lamb.

The rocks cry out to praise You

And the mountains testify

But we just say “amen preacher”

And go about our lives.

What would change if we recognised

In Whose presence we dare stand?

What if we remembered we’re complaining

To the One with the universe in His hand?

If we realised our insignificance

But that You chose us anyway

Would we choose different words to say?

Would we mutter quick prayers and walk away?

Would we have the courage to actually come

When You tell us, “Come, seek Me”?

If we understood Your majesty

Would we even be able to get up off our knees?

You made us higher than the angels

But we don’t worship You the same;

Every sound that comes from them

Is to glorify Your Name.

You gave us dominion over the creatures

But we don’t worship You like them;

When every lily, lion and sparrow

Lives to give glory to The Lamb.

The rocks cry out to praise you

And the mountains testify

And who are we that we don’t even try?

[Holy Jesus, how could we forget

The honour it is to speak Your name,

Every hallelujah and amen

Let us not say them the same;

Let us remember who You are,

Every nail and every scar –

As we join with the angels

And with all created things

And say nothing at all but

Holy Jesus.]

©️ Ferne Hood 2024