Bring Us Back

I was just given a CD by Brock Human-- 

The Color of Red.
I had never never heard of him before.

This CD has such a now sound,
a sound that answers the question:
What does it sound like 
when we sing heaven's songs?
The sound produced by an artist

who understands where we are culturally,

by an artist who believes there is ever-present hope,

by an artist who has an honest relationship with God.

This morning I have listened over and over 

to the song, "Silver and Gold."

For my own heart and for this nation,

it is a cry to God,

a cry to "bring us back to You again."

It is the only answer, the only hope we have.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zM6DdMhCeqY

To our silver and gold we've bowed down

We bow down to, instead, the Maker of all

Our hearts have lived out 

on the road that's so wide 

that we can't see our Savior at all.

Oh, sing to the captives 
there's rescue in sight

and untangle idols that have

blinded our eyes

Soften our hearts 

so Your rain can get in,

and bring us back to You again.

We've bought into lies

thinking men were so wise

when truth was just passing away.

Not hearing You call to us

"Seek My face,"

but lost in the pain of our ways.

We don't know you Lord

come and cover our shame,

the faith that is lacking 

the doubt that we blame.

Sing to the ashes 

let beauty arise,

the ones with the gnashing and bitter loud cries.

Speak to the wounded that You will rebuild

and bring us back to You 

again.

There's rescue;
let beauty arise.