Roped in and held with care,
Sharing laughs with your Church in service,
We're here for You,
You are truly our everything,
And we seek to place You more in our sights,
Till earthly things fall dull by the wayside,
And we hear You clearly.

Baking a friendship,
Risen in Christ,
And sprinkled with questions and vulnerability,
It's far better when you follow the divine recipe:
Love for the other in service,
Striving together for the prize - who is our Lord,
And a respect for the fellow image bearer,
It's so sweet yet it drips with contemplative complexity.

Holy anointed one,
Be seated in your right place,
Below my collar,
Beneath my ribs and nestled in my innermost being,
Deep above all in my heart,

You are worthy,
For you did not despise death,
But bore the serpent's fangs as you crushed it once and for all,
You alone can lay down Your life and pick it up again,
So you are worthy, Son of David.