Another Music Man

Loud
Loud as a drum
then a rattle
then a hum.
Not a club,
but the temple of my Lord.
The rhythm rose from foot to hand -
my clapping hand.
God must be a boogie man.

Smooth
smooth as guitar.
Reaching out
from afar.
Brothers and sisters rise then fall.
Chords so blessed we can't stand -
we cannot stand.
God must be a soulful man.

Thumpin'
thumpin' like a bass.
With cuts and scratches
in my face.
The heads bangin'
in the house of the Almighty.
They close each eye and lift each hand -
each iced-out/rocked-up hand.
God must be a hip-hop man.

Deep
deep as a hymn.
And conviction
of my sin.
The throats get lumped in this pew.
Was it a plan -
a divine/physiological/unearthly/slightly manipulative plan?
God must be a music man.

Isn't He?