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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