Our praise for God is a postmodern pastiche,
     a pluralistic effusion of many-cultured clamor,
A grab-bag God song of a thousand tongues and tribes,
     guttural, tonal, polysyllabic praise!

No more the pentatonic monotony of a numbered book of songs,
     now Wesley is sung to six-string strumming.
Semitones quaver and backbeats boom
     while children sing Kyries and bells ring.

Our cacophony is a symphony to the One who made us many.
     The globalized gospel is not tainted but infused with local color.
The new covenant chorus echoes out from Babel’s tower.
     Holy hearts holler hallelujah to the many-eared Redeemer.

The Cyber-Psalms