Christ Church is free, from chains of woe
At home, or any place
From whence we come, where're we go
Within the state of grace
Trouble no one, help where you can
None, either pull nor shove
Everyone, each child, woman, man
Were born through God above
Where grace is worldwide stoking
Where true love's seen to care
Man innocent, can be joking
Playful, most, anywhere
Joy is not for the world alone
Even we, set apart
Though often praying we'll moan and groan
Whoever rules one's heart
If God, or devil, love or hate
What does your conscience sway
Who true concerned will hesitate
Such questions, are today
Stiff necked, some church-goers emerge
Aloof standoffish highbrowed
Closing doors, where folk oft submerge
Seeing Christians as proud
Through pride, fewer people talk now
Wealthy, poor, separate stand
Heads, some lower, others high brow
In churches built on sand
Should the church not converse as one?
Does the bible not say?
Can we no more church rely upon?
Are we not one body today? .....
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The Church unfortunately is not one body today, though it should be... How are we Christians supposed to survive the harsh storms when our foundations are merely providing support? We have taken the freedom in our religion too far, and it has become destructive... We take for granted the Bible and live by our own rules, and most of these rules we set for ourselves are very far away from the fruits of Christianity... Our world is a mess, and it is up to us Christians, despite having become a minority in this world, to set things back in the right track... As is said, we (Christians) are the salt of the world - just as a dash of salt makes a difference in the taste of food, we (minority) can make a difference in the world and make it better... God bless you