If We Are the Body

Casting Crowns

It's crowded in worship today
As she slips in trying to fade into the faces
The girls' teasing laughter is carrying farther than they know
Farther than they know

But if we are the body
Why aren't His arms reaching?
Why aren't His hands healing?
Why aren't His words teaching?
And if we are the body
Why aren't His feet going?
Why is His love not showing them there is a way?
There is a way.

A traveler is far away from home
He sheds his coat and quietly sinks into the back row
The weight of their judgmental glances
Tells him that his chances are better out on the road

JESUS PAID MUCH TOO HIGH A PRICE
FOR US TO PICK AND CHOOSE WHO SHOULD COME
AND WE ARE THE BODY OF CHRIST
JESUS IS THE WAY

Pointless Point of View

There's a time for space
And a space for time
I'm stuck somewhere
In the middle
And I can't make up my mind

I try to want
And I want to try
But I'm stuck somewhere
In the middle
And I just keep
Wondering why


-Marshall Jensen