O God, on whom we lost our hold
when all your names were changed,
we find our prayers and hymns confused,
more awkward and estranged.
Yet there is hope in these new words,
sweet fruit in bitter rind:
the promise of a keener faith
than that we leave behind.
The language which we knew so well
flowed smoothly on the tongue,
though seldom did we pause to weigh
how things were said or sung.
But now the world is showing us
with stunning clarity
the problems with the words we used
to tame a mystery.
Dear God, inspire our hearts and minds
to seek your truth anew,
and help us with each fresh insight
to find names fit for you.
Yet never let us idolize
the images we choose;
but as we strive, give us the grace
to wrestle and to lose.