We Stand in the Middle of a Room

We stand in the middle of a room

Men, Women and Children.

Little Children, Young Men,

Fathers, 

Mothers.

Everywhere there can be heard 'Amen!'

As the preacher stands

Holding his book and saying,

"This is the Word of the Lord!"

Thanks be to God.

We raise up our hands

Clenched in fists shouting

"Rise up, O Lord"

A song about Him crushing

The evildoer in his tracks

We pray for the undoing

Of Satan's vile works.

We have all done these

Works of the flesh

Such as murder,

Such as adultery,

Such as thievery,

Such as gluttony,

Such as immorality,

Such as idolatry,

Such as hatred,

Such as heresies,

Such as covetousness,

Such as lasciviousness.

Of all these we are guilty.

Why do You let us stand

To shout praises to You?

We are but nothing without You!

This is my short prayer:

Create in us humble and contrite hearts

That love with all we can 

And despise the evil within!

Call to this world vile,

With your beautiful Son!