On a Wednesday night.

It’s a Wednesday night, not unlike many others.
I could’ve just gone home after 5:30, and hung out on my own.
But today, I decided to extend an offer: come over to the place I’m house-sitting.

It’s a Wednesday night, not unlike many others.
I’m sitting cross-legged on the floor, with five others on the sofas.
But, we’re not just hanging out. We’re praising God in song.

It’s a Wednesday night, not unlike many others.
We’re worshiping the living God, in a house that is dead to the revelation of who He is.  
But, by lifting up His name, we’re defeating darkness by calling in the light.

It’s a Wednesday night, not unlike many others.
Then it’s over. Time to get to bed, and each of us going our own way.
But, it’s been a Wednesday night, so unlike many others.