Will the church ever change?
Its beginning was like a rose flower
Blossomed bright red soft petals
With fresh moist emerald sepals
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Life isn’t eternal, we’re not immortals
Three scores and ten years
We’ll leave these temples
Not by our will, else we linger
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‘Can I get a ride? ’
Stood your hail of pride,
With the sun burning you up
Your feet weary, and your gut dried up
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She called me like a cab
Right hand in pocket
Left hand says come
From road’s other side
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You are the one I’m to be with
Throughout my entire life
So as to accept me
Even after my corruption
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Help! Help!
Fall in! Fall in!
The voice was a petrified one
Yet nothing came from anyone
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There it stood, so tall and wide
Taking the space of all our world
The tainted glass
And we stand in front of it alone?
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It is here
The day we all anticipate
The day that marks the end of the first beginning
That we’ve been waiting for ages, it seems
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We were given breakfast for supper
Though we had a watery porridge with no sugar
And a lean bread as heavy as the fluffy fibre
this morning
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Hurray! we’ve found it!
After many years of toil and pain
We’ll no more lose but gain
Our leaders seemed nonchalant
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