Church

Am I wrong to find it such a chore Same time and place, same day each week We listen to one wise man speak Does it speak to my heart, to my core Or is listening sometimes just a bore The flags, the dancers and emotions peak It overwhelms the orthodox and meek Perhaps this week my spirit will soar Why do I come, theres got to be more More of the one I desperately seek I’ll find him in the mountains though There I see Him, I feel so blessed The stars, the heights, they amaze me so His love and presence can not be suppressed Let hate, disputes and selfishness go Go out into mountains and be refreshed