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Tonight in the line of the merchandise store while they were packing up my bags
I saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs screaming, "God hates fags"
And it feels like the church isn't anything more than the second coming of the Pharisees
Scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white. They chisel epitaphs of piety
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Oh, there's a burning down inside of me cause the battle seems so lost
And it's raging on so silently we forget it's being fought
So, Amen…Come, Lord Jesus…Amen
Oh, Amen…Come, Lord Jesus…Amen
It's taken me years in the race just to get this far
Still there is no end in sight, there's no end in sight
'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wicked. And you know I blended in just fine
Well, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking his heart with the cycle of my sin, of my sin
Still He turns his face to me and I kiss it just to betray him once again
Well I've got oceans down inside of me, I can feel the billows roll
With the mercy that comes thundering O'er the waters of my soul
Tonight in the light of the gathering rain I could hear creation groan
And a sigh rose up from the streets of the city to the foot of Heaven's throne
Oh, and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrain. An absolution in the fray, in the fray
It tells of the death of the One for the lives of the many more than any picket sign could say
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- Andrew Peterson
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