Back to the basics. We fell into a place of singing along with other peoples songs. This has brought us far, we had great
nights and great mornings of worship together. God was there singing and dancing with us. But it was time for us to sing a new song, back to the basics, the way they used to worship. In the moment, live, voices and instruments, just voices or just instruments, lets not stop there you can worship God by painting, writing, dancing, drawing, conversation, anything. Let’s create an atmosphere of worship rather than a concert or sing-a-long. Back to the basics, worship from your heart. We played our songs we sang our lyrics we danced we wrote we worshiped like kids. Without rules and guidelines. Hallelujah. Here is something that one of our most talented writers on the team Matthew Rock wrote that night…
nights and great mornings of worship together. God was there singing and dancing with us. But it was time for us to sing a new song, back to the basics, the way they used to worship. In the moment, live, voices and instruments, just voices or just instruments, lets not stop there you can worship God by painting, writing, dancing, drawing, conversation, anything. Let’s create an atmosphere of worship rather than a concert or sing-a-long. Back to the basics, worship from your heart. We played our songs we sang our lyrics we danced we wrote we worshiped like kids. Without rules and guidelines. Hallelujah. Here is something that one of our most talented writers on the team Matthew Rock wrote that night… This is a messy crayoned love note
But please accept these words I wrote
And though folded with uneven creases
If love’s a puzzle we’re the pieces
And You’re the glue holding us together
You are I AM, and You are forever.
So take our construction paper praises
And forgive us our clichéd copyright phrases
And take us back to when we were young
And with no shame we loudly sung
And with the confidence of a seasoned artist
We poured onto unlined paper our hearts this
Joy we felt in being “Dad’s kid”
And on our dreams there was no lid
‘Cause nothing’s impossible when you’re five
And don’t have to try and you don’t have to strive
‘Cause Daddy’s close and when he’s near
You don’t have to cry and you don’t have to fear.
But sometime somewhere we lost our way
Gave up on love and joined the fray
Of those who settled for Hallmark thank-you’s
To the God who died: “King of the Jews.”
So let’s return to our younger years
But leave all the judging and all of the fears
‘Cause we can sing all the anthems and read all the books
And buy every song with a catchy Jesus hook
But God doesn’t want over-produced and over-played
‘Cause one day even those too will fade
So bring back the crayons and leave the proud look
‘Cause all God wants is our coloring book.
