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I’m an ecumeneical anarchist until he comes and fixes this
as long as the system’s broken, I’ll have one foot out the door
loyal to a community, not a Sunday service
always in the back of my head, asking “what good is this for”
yes, the temple was ordained
and it was still full of snakes
why do we think that things have changed
just ‘cause the structure’s been rearranged
they say “don’t give up hope, the church is being redeemed”
but that’s used as a trump card like you wouldn’t believe, yeah
when it doesn’t sit well, don’t you think you should say something
without a wrench in the gears, they’ll just keep that machine running
you call it God’s house, but he’s been evicted
you know he made a break for it, the day when the curtain ripped
yeah, I know where Jesus is
no songs to invite him in
he’s just hanging out in
the neighborhood that you never got around to visitin’
this new wine won’t fit in old wine skins, no
let’s burn it down to the ground
no stone left on another, no
so why polish the brass of a sinking ship?
and put new coat of gloss on your house of worship?
it’s a nice event, all those smiling faces
but I keep thinkin’ who would so feel out place here
invisible fences, race and income sets ‘em
your sign might say welcome
but does mean that you meant it?
watch the show, go with the flow
a worship so synthetic
take good notes, so you know
how white men have always read it
who knows what goes on behind the scenes?
not you or me, no, they’re so discrete
head filled with stories that I can’t repeat
delusions of legacy, manifest-destiny
whose Kingdom are you really trying bring?
pissed off at white men, but rather scoff at system
profits off of congregations by [limiting] participation
all the attendants watch a few folks in “ministry”
while the rest of us sit passively, taking it all in, disengaged,
none of you should be called a teacher,
none of you should be called a leader
let’s roll on down and take an axe to that old cedar, yeah
none of you should be called a teacher
none of you should be called a leader
false dichotomy between the fed and the feeders
I try to give church folks second chances
logs in my eyes I could easily build a cabin with
but when it comes to pickin’ apart a system
I won’t stop critiquing until we stop and listen
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