I sat with the saints
And hymns were sung,
But the words were ever lost.
All came to worship,
But where was I,
Utterly distant from God.
I sang all the words
As times before
But my heart was never found.
Wandering away
From thought to thought
As praise was given in vain.
Did sincerity
Fill in the gap
With a spirit far away?
I sat with the saints
And prayers were made
Yet I so unconcerned.
Was this all His due?
Would God be pleased?
As drifting I found no place.
Was this my intent,
Bestowing love by
Offering absence of heart?
Isaiah 29:13 Therefore the Lord said: “Inasmuch as these people draw near with their mouths And honor Me with their lips, But have removed their hearts far from Me, And their fear toward Me is taught by the commandment of men,
