Let The Church be The Church again.
Let it be the dream it was meant to be.
Let it be where the people come who are in pain,
Seeking a safe place where they themselves can be.
(The Church was never The Church to me…)
Let The Church be the family that the Father dreamed—
Let it be that great place of Love,
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme,
That any woman be crushed by one above.
(It never was The Church to me…)
O, let The Church be a Church where Liberty,
Is crowned with no false prophetic peace,
But Hope is real, and the Gospel is free,
Where healing is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been healing here for me – nor freedom in this supposed place of the free…)
“Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws…
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