[intro] (soft piano, single trumpet line, light brush drums) [verse 1] We built our names on higher ground, Raised up everything that crowds around, We fill the rooms, we lead the songs, Been moving fast but something’s wrong. We count our blessings, call ’em proof, Frame every win beneath this roof, We wear our growth like Sunday best But God, are You behind the rest? [verse 2] The church looks full, the lights burn bright, The programs run from left to right, We post the highlights, share the gains But glory’s more than what remains. We dressed the altar, polished stone, We built the house and left You home, The ark is gone but no one weeps We’re guarding everything but You. [pre-chorus] And nobody’s stopping long enough to notice, Nobody’s checking if His presence is with us, We just assume that God is cosigning our business But what if the house is full and heaven is distant? What if we’ve been… [chorus] Ichabod, Ichabod Where is the glory of the Lord? We’ve carried on, we’ve carried on But has His presence come along? Ichabod, Ichabod The question no one dares to ask Behind the gold, behind the mask Where is the glory? [verse 3] We climb the ladder, claim the floor, Thank God on Sunday, then ask for more, Our wealth becomes the evidence That heaven’s given its full consent. But Eli’s house burned incense loud, The priests still served before the crowd, The rituals ran without a hitch The glory left without a twitch. [pre-chorus] And nobody’s stopping long enough to notice, Nobody’s asking if the Spirit is with us, We’re running every program, every event, every service But empty hands look full when you’ve forgotten the purpose. What if we’ve been… [chorus] Ichabod, Ichabod Where is the glory of the Lord? We’ve carried on, we’ve carried on But has His presence come along? Ichabod, Ichabod The question no one dares to ask Behind the gold, behind the mask Where is the glory? [bridge] (half tempo, piano only, soft choir hum) But there was One who left the throne, Took flesh and dust and came alone, No earthly crown, no polished fame The Glory came and bore our shame. The Word made flesh, the light of men, God’s glory walking earth again, Not wrapped in gold, not dressed in gain But in the cross, the blood, the stain. He is the glory not our rise, He is the treasure, not the prize, The only name that fills the skies (spoken) Jesus. The Glory. Crucified. [chorus] (full band re-enters, choir swells) Ichabod, Ichabod Where is the glory of the Lord? We’ve carried on, we’ve carried on But has His presence come along? Ichabod, Ichabod The question no one dares to ask Behind the gold, behind the mask Where is the glory? [final chorus] (key change, full choir, brass swell, crowd feel) Ichabod no more, no more The Glory came through an open door, He carried on, He carried on The Son of God has come along. No more Ichabod, no more The answer to the question asked He stepped out from behind the mask Here is the Glory. Here is the Glory. Jesus is the Glory. Jesus is the Glory. [outro] (choir holds, trumpet resolves, drums fade) Jesus is the Glory. Jesus is the Glory.
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