Most sermons start with a good script. Sometimes I like this one even better written than spoken.

Patterns & Prayers

Tradition
Repetition
Rhythm
Scales and chords and history and prehistory
Patterns, going back up and into the snailshell where god's heart has always will beats
There's something, something's there
A pattern, a prayer

Patterns and prayers
Patterns and prayers
Patterns and Prayers

But what is the difference between a pattern and a prejudice?
A prayer and a pledge of allegiance?
Never push outside a pattern, and the pattern's path no longer propels
But swells up, and weighs down
Some weight is good for a sturdy stance
Too much weight, and sturdy gets swollen
Statues do not stand, they are stood
They are stiff
They stay
They say no prayers

People on patterns and prayers
And patterns and prayers
And patterns and people
We are the prayer sayers
Repeating rhythms
Tracing traditions
Stealing scales and cutting chords and making history of prehistoric patterns, coming back up and out of our shells, from our hearts, whose every beat is a prayer
There's something I love
I swear something's there
A pattern, a prayer

Patterns and prayers
Patterns and prayers
Patterns and prayers