Excellence

They say they need entertainment,

They want excellence and to be professional,

They tell me that they want clean and pristine,

How are they drawn to the church unless it bears quality?

I pay for lights, fog machines, and video clips,

I work every day spending hours honing my skills,

I make the service flow with no dead space,

How am I affected by the cross?

You were the entertainment for them on the cross,

You were not professional but professing love,

You were worn, beaten, and spit upon,

How we have forgotten you in the midst of excellence!

Hear our cry, oh Lord and lead us to the beautiful mess!