O God, let intellect be held
constrained, that I might simply sense
the depth, and mystery, of love
within this present tense.
As music sets the air aflame,
as sense is dumb and flesh retires
God, reach within my heart again
and fan those hidden fires.
As hands reach out to grasp the grace
that bread and wine should mediate,
reach back through hands that you would choose:
Then held at once in paradox,
remembering in present time,
unite again this human flesh
with sacred love divine.
Andrew E Pratt (born 1948)
© 2003 Stainer & Bell Ltd
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We dedicate ourselves to exploration,
to sound the height and depth of Godly love,
but if we lock ourselves within our churches
what worth is it to raise our hands above?
Like those who seek in scientific research,
behind closed doors committed to their task,
we find ourselves as lost to human pleading
until we hear the things that others ask.
Each theory bears its fruit in application,
our praise makes sense when others feel God’s grace;
until that time our search, it seems, is wasted,
a stark, unholy vacuum fills this place.
Andrew Pratt 19/2/2019
After ‘When the church of Jesus shuts its outer door’, Fred Pratt Green, and Jim Al-Khalili’s interview in The Life Scientific of Sir Gregory Winter.
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