What lurks behind a heart confused, withdrawn?
Questions unanswered ticking with the clock
struggling to see the light before the dawn
groping in the dark, trying to unlock

this citadel now torturing the flock
man-made limitations written in stone
hiding praises, in hearts and souls to block
as sentimentalism, not to be shown

even as dictated by worship’s tone
offered in gratefulness to God above
while in emotionalism maybe prone
by grace honoring He that came in love

To hide one’s light is far more of a lie
than these hands raised in praise of God on high

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