We sing broken alleluias (Is there any other kind?)
All our righteousness is cracked and bleeding in between the lines
Our best efforts to love others are pitted deep with pride
And our worship clouds with doubt that won’t stay buried deep inside
But the One who fed Elijah as he journeyed through despair
Is the Bread from Heaven that sustains our hearts though weighed with care
And the One who called to Gideon and soaked his fear-drenched fleece
Is the Living Water who will fill and wash us with his peace
May we never cease our singing
Though our steps may waver still
Each day approaching alleluia
Safely hidden in his will



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