People of Immanuel:
my small voice is swallowed into the rafters and you
will not hear these words dripping with sadness
for all your singing and rejoicing today.
Oh, let your joy resound!

I have come to understand this:
though we are separated and though you may
never miss me, we are one congregation, joined
in the presence of the one Lord in whom
we find our very breath.

No matter how the distance
breaks me, no matter how many times you turn
to look the other way, my tears are your tears
and your songs are my songs, so let us
worship now, in spirit and in truth.