Hear what the Spirit says
And we then clutter our lives
Our churches with sound
Impossible to listen, frightened 
To hear what might be asked
Where we may be called 
What does God really say
Convey to a hurting world
Glance at your cross with
Arms open wide, do we welcome
Only the few we deem worthy
Do we even ask the questions
Because our ears are so filled 
Withe the hum and press of 
What we want to fill it with
Holy listening, sacred space
Do we allow the silence to
Fill us, empty us or do we 
Run afraid this empty tomb
Only producing death, where
Where do we allow the life