"antichrist"

this place
is choking the Life from me
this is not
what we were meant to be
beneath new tiles and plastic smiles
they’ve buried Him somewhere

standing up for
a club that I can’t join
brightly greeted
with whispers and with scorn
shiny happy people
fighting over every coin

Jesus, I long to worship You
to be broken, poured out for You
they’ve shut their minds and closed their ranks
and I can’t get through
I’m so tired
it’s all the same
how come nobody’s ashamed
a masquerade ball in Your name
and I long to worship You

quietly slip
in the door someplace
desperately
searching for His face
“potlucks!!” and “picnics!!!”
(and petty disputes)
everything
except the Truth

Jesus, I long to worship You
to be broken, poured out for You
they’ve shut their minds and closed their ranks
and I can’t get through
I’m so tired
it’s all the same
how come nobody’s ashamed
a masquerade ball in Your name
and I long to worship You

we should be ashamed
we should be ashamed