Without fanfare or drums

The skies open up; and the Heavens are before us
Softly the angels let out their sure chorus
Millions of beings from the Heavens above
Sing out most clearly: that God wants our love

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here...

People who are broken and some who are not
Seek for our comfort: for things that we got
But, we with our reasoning, will act without care
We turn to each other and pretend they're not there

But we with our  stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

We have our agendas, our schedules to keep
Don't bother us now; we can't even speak
The best time to reach us is when we're at home
But sometimes we're missing when movies are shown

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

The family's the circle for all things to grow
But business and working has broken this flow
Overtime and meetings and things we must do
Has shortened this time with our loved ones it's true

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

We're wondering what happened, to things we once knew:
The birds and the flowers and the plantlets that grew...
Somehow we've lost it: the ability to feel
And succumbed to the ratrace, which has imprisoned our will

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

In  the silence of  morning and the whispers of night;
Angels keep telling us, to return to what's right...
But we, with our thinking, and our reasoning inside
Have traded  away Heaven for the voices outside

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

The stillness of Eternity and the wisdom of God
Keeps calling out softly where ever we trod
We haven't been left out... we still have some time
Pay heed every listener, to the words of this rhyme

But we with our stubbornness pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appears
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here

Our God, He is present, yes present right now
But we have become blinded by activities somehow
It's not only on Sundays or Sabbaths He comes
But He's with us forever:  without fanfare or drums..

But we with our stubborn ess pretend we can't see
God must be hiding from all humanity
How can we love Him; if He doesn't appear
We know what you're saying but He hasn't come here