TALLIS’ CANON 188.8.131.52 (“All Praise to Thee, My God, This Night”)
Lord, we confess we turn away
The very ones we need today.
God’s prophets speak out loud and clear,
Yet prophets still aren’t welcomed here.
You grieved for old Jerusalem
For you were like a mother hen
Who brought her brood beneath her wings—
While they were drawn to other things.
Lord, call us out and draw us in
when we would rather side with sin—
Let the prophetic things you say
still challenge how we live this day.
May we who listen to your voice,
Be still, be wise, then make a choice.
You call us to a life that’s new;
Lord, may we now return to you.
Biblical Reference: Luke 13:31-35
Tune: Thomas Tallis, 1561
Text: Copyright © 2019 by Carolyn Winfrey Gillette. All rights reserved.