We worship and we wonder. . .
We worship and we wonder
why the God of love would
deem to pour His mercy on us.
We recount our weeks and recoil
at how often our pettiness,
unlove, and immorality
have revealed themselves.
We know we do not deserve such love.
We worship and we wonder
how an hour a week makes
much difference in our lives.
We stand and strain to sing songs too high for us,
we listen as the sermons too long for us,
We keep the feast  with bread and wine (juice)
far too little for us.
We worship and we wonder
and wonders of wonders it is enough.
God’s mercy comes for us anew
and we are changed (if not instantly
incrementally).
We eat and, wonder of wonders,
we are filled.