any given Sunday..

Any given Sunday
folks are congregating
In cathedrals and gymnasiums
and everything between.
There’s liturgy that some say
and some are rock and rollin,
But rest assured most everyone
will take an offering.
There’s confusion and confession
interruption, intercession,
Holiness and imperfection
any given Sunday.

Any given Sunday
preachers do their preaching
Some with whispers
some with shouts
They all go way past noon.
And you can count on singing
There’s every kind of music
There’s hymns and Bach and folk and pop
And most of it’s in tune.
Hearts are mending, hearts are breaking,
There’s some giving and some taking,
Some folks find what some are faking
any given Sunday..

And God is in his heaven, but he’s also in those pews
I bet sometimes he’s angry and that sometimes he’s amused
But we can know for certian that his heart is always moved
By the praises of his children
Yeah, he’s always glad to hear them
And that’s why it really matters
That two or more are gathered
any given Sunday..

Carolyn Arends, from “Under the Gaze”