The God of mission calls
our name
and waits for us to see
the broken world he loves so much,
which needs to be set free.
It is a world which cannot see
how, trapped by wealth and pain,
it needs a broken Saviour's death,
to be set free again.
What holds us back from offering
to cross that threshold here?
Have we been trapped and blinded too
or limited by fear?
Confronted by a bigger God
what will our answer be?
Can we believe a Pentecost
that calls us to our knees?
God, on this edge of Pentecost
in worship here we bow:
you call us, fill us, send us out,
come down and meet us now.
Gareth Hill © GraceNotes Music
Metre: 8.6.8.6.