Clanging cymbals, loud and rude Turning heads where we stood Noisy gongs now awaken Ending rest that we have taken
Clashing shaking now vibrating Look at me, they seem to say At all I know, or have, or do … Is all for show and our own way?
Where is joy? Where’s faith and hope? If in all of these it’s just for gain As, looking within us, …our hearts are vain
God, help us together as we pray Dispel the clamor as we seek the way A decision each day to lift and care To offer love’s great gift … Nothing will compare