Paul, in Ephesians, speaks of a different kind of fullness: not drunkenness, but being filled with the Spirit. And what does that fullness sound like? Psalms and hymns and spiritual songs. Thanksgiving. Mutual submission. The fruit of the Spirit is not merely private experience; it spills into shared speech and shared life.

Art can serve this. Not as decoration for religion, but as a way of giving language to joy and lament, of shaping attention, of training the heart to adore. In a hurried world, faithful art makes space. It helps us linger with God. It also helps us speak of God to one another without reducing him to slogans.

Lord, receive our praise, however cracked and incomplete. Give your Church songs that are true, words that are tender, and beauty that is not vain. Bless musicians, poets, painters, filmmakers, and makers of all kinds. And fill us with your Spirit, that our worship would make us more grateful, more gentle, and more ready to serve our neighbours with quiet faithfulness.