Letras
Our church is louder than yours
Child locks on all of the doors
We read our Bible on the floor
Our worship leader just turned four
Our congregation is small
Doxology in crayon on the wall
Communion in a box with a straw
It's not much, but we've got it all
Don't know which is more holy
Stained glass, or stained clothing
Steeples, or tables
Or hands that need holding
One thing that I'm sure of, nothing less
God is in this sacred mess
Our members live in their Monday best
No choir robes, they much prefer PJ's
But we don't care much about that
We're trying to raise their hearts to love Jesus
Don't know which is more holy
Stained glass, or stained clothing
Steeples, or tables
Or hands that need holding
But even when it's hard to come by rest
God is in this sacred mess
The days are long, the years are short
And they're only going faster
I'm not just keeping on the lights
Oh no, I'm giving sheep a pasture
Raising giant slayers isn't easy
But what a privilege it is to be me
I know both are holy
Stained glass, and stained clothing
Teaching to love the one worth beholding
One thing that I'm sure of nothing less
Even when the day feels like a test
God is in this sacred
God is in this sacred
God is in this sacred mess