🎵 “Return Us to the Fire” — A Gospel Lament & Prayer of Reformation
Verse 1
Lord, we built You houses made of stone,
Raised them high so all the world would see.
But somewhere in the noise we lost Your whisper,
Somewhere in the glory we forgot Your feet.
We filled the courts with songs that shook the rafters,
Yet left the streets untouched by holy grace.
We crowned men kings while widows wept in silence,
And called it worship… but we missed Your face.
Chorus
So return us to the fire,
Where hearts are shaped, not thrones.
Break the pride we’ve built like towers,
Call Your wandering church back home.
Not to monuments of marvel,
But to mercy, truth and light.
Lord, reform us by Your Spirit—
Make us disciples in Your sight.
Verse 2
We gathered crowds but never formed their spirits,
We preached of heaven but ignored the poor.
We chased the oil but never sought obedience,
We loved the stage but not the open door.
Africa is singing loud hosannas,
Yet trembling under shallow, fragile roots.
We need the kind of faith that births repentance,
The kind that bears Your justice as its fruit.
Bridge
Strip away the titles,
Strip away the show.
Teach us holy silence,
Teach us how to grow.
Lead us to the margins,
Where Your heart still bleeds.
Send us to the nations—
Lord, revive our deeds.
Chorus
Return us to the fire,
Where hearts are shaped, not thrones.
Break the pride we’ve built like towers,
Call Your wandering church back home.
Not to monuments of marvel,
But to mercy, truth and light.
Lord, reform us by Your Spirit—
Make us disciples in Your sight.
Outro
If we must build, then build us first.
If we must rise, then rise in us.
Let every stone we lay be love—
Until Your Kingdom comes.
