Many people line the pews
One Bible-width apart
The words just barely reach their ears
Say nothing of their hearts
Singing hymns, they read along
But never hear the words of the songs
The "joyful" is gone, leaving just "noise"
And the people look tired, sad, and annoyed
Are we so far gone that we can't see
This is not how it's meant to be?
Chorus A:
Lord, take our hearts
Lord, break our hearts
We give them, wholly, to you
Lord, take our hearts
Lord, break our hearts
Teach us to truly worship You
I know the whole Sunday routine
I go through all the motions
And I perform each ritual
Showing no emotion
So when the music's over
And all the church lights dim
Do I really find myself
Any closer to Him?
You've opened my eyes, now I can see
This is not how it's meant to be
Chorus B:
Lord, take my heart
Lord, break my heart
I give it, wholly, to You
Lord, take my heart
Lord break my heart
And teach me to truly worship You
Chorus B