Album: Church - Single
There's baggage in the doorway
A creaky floorboard on the porch
There's a car half parked in the driveway
That just got lost heading up north
Yeah this old house isn't perfect
But I'm here because it's Yours
There's whispers in the hallway
And some scuff marks on the floors
There are keepsakes of the heartbreak
That almost sent me out the door
Yeah this old house isn't perfect
But I still it love 'cause it's Yours
Every Sunday You're still waiting
To see Your kids walk through the door
You've laid out a table like I've never seen before
Cause You just want us in the same room even if we show up hurt
So for what it's worth
For what it's worth
I think that You love church
We see all the paint chips
And repairs long overdue
But You remember all the late nights
The senior saints put in for You
You don't mind the dents
The kneelers leave over the years
'Cause all the hours of every prayer
Are the reason why they're here
Every Sunday You're still waiting
To see Your kids walk through the door
You've laid out a table like I've never seen before
Cause You just want us in the same room even if we show up hurt
So for what it's worth
For what it's worth
I think that You love church
What if we're the ones who somehow complicated this?
And You've always been a Father who just wants to see His kids
Every Sunday You're still waiting just to meet us at the door
And You've laid out a table like we've never seen before
Cause You just want us in the same room even if we show up hurt
So for what it's worth
For what it's worth
I think that You love church
I think that You love church
What if we're the ones who somehow complicated this?
And You've always been a Father who just wants to see His kids
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