My Church, my Church, why have you grown cold? Why have you bowed the knee to structures and organisations?
Why have you paid lip service to Worship?
Do you not understand what Worshipping me looks like?
Where is your passion?
My heart is to shine through you, to burn brightly in you and melt all around you with love for me – because of your passion. That is my heart. My heart is that your eyes are only for me.
Only and always for me.
Oh my church, my church, my love for you has not grown cold. My heart cries for you. My heart cries with the loss of your love.
Oh my church, my church, do you not know who you are? Do you not know that you stand in my presence, accepted, redeemed and loved?
What is it about me that has turned your love cold? Do you not see me? Do you not know me? Why have you put all your energy into lesser things? Am I not worthy?
Focus on me, turn your eyes to me and worship me with a love and passion you have never known before.
I will fill you with fire, I will blaze strongly in you as a body; as a body of people who love each other with a passion.
Then the world will see how strong you are in me.
Then the world will see me in you.
Talk to me! And I will listen. Turn again to
me.