The Prayer Box
How do we shine Gods love?
When they look at us
Do people see his face face?
And learn of his Grace?
When they look at us what do they see?
Are we like a locked and lonely prayer box
Out of reach forgotten
Shabby in the corner
Are we like that lonely box?
Though our worn sign sais welcome
There’s no access, no way to communicate
There’s baggage piled on top
Where, prayers, hopes and dreams once lived inside
Then shared with others
Now we’re empty.... a shadow of God’s original design
But who knows there might be still some prayers left to share
But we are attached unmovable, locked and there’s no key
We can’t even cry to God we’re so pent up, so out of touch
With ourselves, with our loved ones, with the wider world
We can’t see our sad and shabby state
The welcome sign is faded it’s falling off
With each day we fade with more baggage piled on top
A relic of a bygone era an object of scorn and ridicule
Who will make us new?
Remove the baggage?
Break the lock and see inside?
So prayers will again be bought before God’s throne
Who can move us when we are stuck, attached to our traditions
Attached to the warmth of our comfortable life.
A mirror is what’s needed, the mirror that is Jesus Christ
Only Jesus Christ he’ll break the lock remove the chains
Connect us to himself, shine a light in this dark and lonely place
Only Jesus can remove the baggage and throw it out never to be seen again
It’s only him who can fix the welcome sign and make it shine
Shine for all too see so we can reflect his love, his grace
So everyone we meet can see his face
It’s only our redeemer who can detach us from our chains and put us in a different place
It’s him who comes makes all things new
He’s our hope