Song Description
A song questioning the ritual of religion
| Song Length |
4:43 |
Genre |
Folk - Contemporary, World - Celtic |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Female Vocal |
| Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Religion |
| Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
Sitting in the sanctuary offering my song
List?ning as my words go ?round
Holding hands with angels, dancing with the saints
Rising up and falling down
Are you truly listening are you truly here
Do my words find favor in your ear
Does this building magnify or help you understand
Or is it merely bricks upon the sand
Crimson wounds on Calvary?s hill
Black earth road his fate fulfills
Rough brown timbers to the sky
Broken limbs are left to die
Third day morning empty grave
Tongues of fire make weak men brave
Countless millions follow You
So I may know the truth
Joining in with muffled voices reading ancient psalms
List?ning as our words go ?round
Heart felt words of true believers, meanings now obscure
Are they now just so much sound
Are you truly listening are you truly here
Do my words find favor in your ear
Does this building magnify or help you understand
Or is it merely bricks upon the sand
Joining lines of reverent people holding out their hands
Following as they go down
Eating of the sacred bread, drinking holy wine
Standing up and kneeling down
Are you truly present in this tiny bit of grain
Do wine and blood become one in the same
Is there truth in miracles that none can understand
Or are they merely bricks upon the sand
Are they merely bricks upon the sand