Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked down the street a throng growing, walking toward the church the iced tea and lemonade by the gallon
The heat rising under the tent, stick to the folding chairs, the sweat pooling on the shirts, dripping by weight, by gravity But no one moves, all spellbound by the oneness we breath A holy mystery, live in us!
Hear the exhortation, the revival message Good News for the sinners! The Savior Lives! We are saved! By Grace Alone! Feel the stirring, the nodding heads, the swaying bodies in unison affirming the words of the Preacher
Amen’s and Allelulia’s share the air with sighs of truth knowing, feeling, living the redemption, the saving the repentance palpable in the newness of the congregation new people thrown together with the stalwart, faithful founders, the legacy of Wesley’s vision, his belief carried forward to these days under the tent
Saving real and wonderful, divinely inspired words pour from their lips, dripping with excitement, with wonder with the love of God, giving through the sacrifice the rising of the Lord on Easter! Do you feel the choir rising too in one voice, We are the Church together! Amazing Grace, how sweet a sound we share under the hot white tent, our tabernacle on the lawn outside the four walls of the sanctuary, beating hearts of faith feeling an older joy
Oh it is wonderful here under the tent Pitched for the harvest of disciples made for you Lord Singing and praising your name for your Glory, getting Your Message Out into the world