Song For My Family

There is a song for my family outside the walls of Sunday 
Morning from some 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 that we’ve 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.