[Xenalyte]

Heck, it's not even entertaining. I wish I had the lyrics to the particularly hideous piece that we attempted to sing at my nieces' christening. ("Attempted" would be the proper verb since there was no music, and we visitors had no idea what tune we should sing.)

For sheer lyrical puerility, "Everything to God" matches it:

What kind of joy can make me dance?
What kind of love can make me sing?
What kind of grace is all I need?
Jesus is everything

I’m giving everything to God
I’m giving everything to God
I’m giving everything to God
He’s given everything to me
Everything to God
I’m giving everything to God
I’m giving everything to God
He’s given everything to me

There is so much joy
There is so much love
There is much grace
Hallelujah!
There is so much joy
There is so much love
There is much grace
Hallelujah!

[Kenny Bunkport]

Someone once said that many of the older hymns are like mini-theologies....one could get through the gulag with only "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God."

[ccmay]

I really don't like the banal, repeptitive lyrics flashed on the wall by an overhead projector. Maybe it's OK for Sunday School.

-ccm

[dangus]

How's this for peurile lyrics. Keep in mind, even the Spanish people don't know what "Allabare" means. Many a soul has been known to sing, "Elaborate."

Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!
Allabare!
Allabare!
Allabare, mi Senor!