Why is it not the noisy ones
The ones who get the most press
Who are speaking out for the poor?
Or is it the other way round –
Why is it not the ones who are poor
who get the airtime?
God is not always in the thunder
of the amps and the guitars
the clean shaven white boys and drummers in cages.
He is in the cold, draughty barns
with the old ladies and the disabled
Huddling to cling in worship
To their hope in a God who hears.
He doesn’t need to be heard by the loud ones;
They have enough warmth and comfort on their own.
Away! away with the noise of your guitars
This is true religion;
Orphans and women
Not cool; but kind.
Listen, Church; listen.
God’s not yelling,