He will be in church
This Sunday despite it all
Won’t you meet Him there?

You came with some doubt
Not sure if this was for you
But you came to see

And tasted and saw
That Christian community
Filled a hidden void

Your defenses dropped
Your soul opened and you cried
Cleansing tears of joy

And you felt worthy
For the first time in so long
To know God loves you

How could it be so
That the ones who revived you
Reviled you and then

Turned your greatest joy
Into the worst pain that has
Ever seared your soul?

Like a triumphant
Sunday ride into a town
They say, “Hosanna!”

Turned your greatest joy
Into the worst pain that has
Ever seared your soul?

By the next Friday
They all say, “Crucify Him!”
He bore it for you.

You have in common
Undeserved pain inflicted
Where love should have been

He will be in church
This Sunday despite it all
Won’t you meet Him there?

Not that you have to
Go to church so you know Him
He is everywhere

But so you can be
The church; part of His Body
And make it better

But so you can be
The church; part of His Body
And make it better

That’s the least He’s due
He who carries sacred scars
For our salvation

Has never withdrawn
From Christian community
Because we are flawed

He is still faithful
Where two or three are gathered
To be in the midst

Who, then, is too “good”
To forgive ... reconcile ... stay
With imperfect church?