Wednesday, July 6, 2011

song for my family

One of the things that's been on my mind.

This is a song for my family
outside the walls of Sunday morning from sung within.
This is a song to confess our sins,
lay it all out, and try to begin again.
To hope again.

Please forgive our ignorance in looking down on you.
Please forgive our selfishness
for hiding in our pews while the world bleeds
while the world needs us to be what we should be.

This is a song for my family who just can’t believe in the Jesus that you’ve seen on Sunday morning.

This is a song for the cynical saints.
The burned out and hopeless,
The ones who've been cast away.
I feel your pain.

Please forgive the wastefulness of all that we could be
But don’t forget, there’s more than this
Her beauty still exists.
His bride is still alive.
His bride is still alive.
His bride is still alive.
His bride is still alive.
His bride is still alive.

This is a song for my family
inside the walls of Sunday morning.
Be what you should be.

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