We make monuments
To all the wrong gods
Of this world
Until
Trials and tribulations
Leave us gasping for air
Grasping for straws
To make bricks
“How will I do experiments
Without reagents!!
How will I build bricks
Without straw!!”
To keep building the
Same monuments
Over and over again
Building up walls
That cage us further
And further into
The dark recesses
Of our minds
Where guilt and shame
Keep us away from God’s voice
That calls to us
“Trust me, and watch.
You have no idea
What I’m about to do”
That asks us to drop our bricks
And throws askew our monuments
That parts the red sea
That delivers us
From the hands
Of those refuse us straw
That brings us into the light
To commune
To fellowship
To rejoice together
As one body of Believers
That in going through
The heat of the world’s
Trials and tribulations,
We may not turn to bricks
To build our own prisons
But in the heat
Of the world’s persecution
The heat of the Pharaoh’s attacks
We follow God’s voice
So we can be folded into
Kneaded together
Into one dough
One body of Christ
That we may
Rise with him again
That we may
Pause in His presence
And sing praises
To the One
Who has returned
