i got this from some site because i stupidly left my copy of 'carried along' at home. so...some of it might be wrong. it's been too long since i've listened to it to know.
Tonight in the line of the merchandise store
While they were packing up my bags
I saw the pictures of the prophets with 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.
Oh, there's burning down inside of me
'Cause the battle seems so lost
And it's raging on so silently
We forget it's being fought
It's taken me years in the race just to get this far
Still there's no end in sight, no end in sight
'Cause I've carried my cross into the dens of the wicked
And you know I've blended in just fine
Well, I'm weak and weary of breaking his heart
With the cycle of my sin, of my sin
Still He turns His face to me and I kiss Him
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 sign 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
So, Amen,
Come, Lord Jesus
