The Amazing Plastic People

Look at us, we’re so pretty;

Pull our strings and we’ll sing You a ditty.

Lift our arms and they’ll raise so tall.

Paint smiles on our faces; oh, we’re having a ball!

Bend our knees and we’ll jump for You

Then straighten our backs and we’ll sit in the pew.

Oh, wait, it’s a slow song—bend them again so we can kneel.

Hey, wait a minute—where’s the button that will make us feel?

I don’t want to go through the motions

I don’t want to pretend to be real

I don’t want tears painted on my face

Only looking as though I can feel.

I am going to melt like wax in Your presence

I will let my heart explode

I will allow holy fear to overwhelm me

And watch Your love unfold.

The world’s seen enough plastic people,

Barren hearts living under an empty steeple.

Everything they see fills them with disgust;

If there’s no one else, God, then let them see us.

We’ll bend easily under Your wind

Our response to You will never be pretend.

We’ll let our lives be consumed by desire

And our eyes will burn with only Your fire.