Posted in Poetry, Recovery, Spirituality, Writing

DEAD CHURCH

They walk in with the grim face
What is this place
True religion, he is risen
Now we're saved by grace

What are you going to say
When the man who's gay
Sit beside you in the pew
To kneel down and pray

Let me take you back to the past
Remember being an outcast?
Before you was treasure
Remember when you was trash?

Here come the lady with a kid
Where's his dad?
She doesn't know who he is
You talk behind her back

We're all the same, who's to blame?
We need each other in Jesus name
We all have tongues we cannot tame
We are the chosen, heal the lame

Now let's get it together
Let's put a stitch on the hurt
Glorious is what He wants
Not a dead church

Come alive again
Look to the hills of the Earth
He's the God of the living
Stop being a dead church
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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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