Where are you Lord?
Are you confined within holy walls,
spoken of in reverent whispers,
worshipped in purity of heart and voice?
If that’s where you are Lord,
there and there only,
what of the rest of us,
immersed in the mud of life?
I cannot believe
that walls can confine you,
for I meet you in the suffering,
in the poor immersed in the storms of life.
Help me to glimpse you and to serve you
outside the walls.