Monday, January 24, 2011

The Defective Church

They used to do that
So much for passion, and joy
They do not anymore

No one asks or cares
Backdoor open wide, only that one
Where did they go to

Out to where they came
They are needed here, and there
They were meant to be

All goes on the same
Like all of life, toward ending
Nothing new can be

They did not belong
But they made their way with you
Once by hope, not now

One more, who used to
Whose fire is to be relit
I think not by you

Peace and power come
When inside each one, they seek
the right place to be

Not because they must
because they do or, used to
but in His service

Wooden pew, stiff neck
Metal chair is so cold and hard
Couches have cushions

Outside, outside see
There are the ones we should help
These are walls we made

Imprisoned by mind
Trapped in ways, stuck as always
To what we expect

Place, time, ways, the same
Vary these accordingly
On the base of truth

They went on because
Here would not be, as you made
To serve, as they should

Bring the walls closer
Delusion, Save the dollars
Forget the lost souls

Keeping alive is
Different than living the life
It is what we do

Look, how they used to
Be everywhere, everything
You should ask, why not

The answer you know
Ask yourself when, did you stop
Oh, you used to too

Or go on as if
An answer, simple to say
They used to, so what

Who will relight you
Not me, or yourself either
Fire comes from Spirit

Calls from deep within
The heart of passion for more
For each to hear, see

Decide, lead the way
Make room for people to be
They will come inside

Only if you want
When we do, they will also
Move toward the truth

Today is passing
Tomorrow soon too, change it
Then say, we used to

Now we do different
seeking the Lord together
He will find us here

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