But faith succumbed to newfound fears;
Fears turned into doubt, and doubt went wild.
Still, I searched for truth through the years.
I tried to bear a load I could not carry;
I made myself believe what I began to repeat.
Now, some might say I'm just trying to be contrary,
But I've learned quite a bit about God on the street.
I've been looking for grace, while clinging to hope.
Is there a place where I can let my spirit elope
With an unfeigned, unconditional love that lasts?
No collection plate, no trust manipulation,
And everybody's cool, cuz it's all about love;
The kind we need, the kind we're all dreaming of,
Where all are welcome--no misfits, no outcasts.
Where's my comfortable, come-as-you-are congregation?
Sometimes I can hear creation groaning;
Sometimes it's a cacophanous ring.
Pulpit pounders peddle cookie-cutter cloning;
I think they're in for a rude awakening--
Cuz you can fool the masses into submission,
But sooner or later the dissidents will rise.
People are hungry for a love without condition;
Eventually they'll see through your disguise.
I've been looking for grace, while clinging to hope.
Is there a place where I can let my spirit elope
With an unfeigned, unconditional love that lasts?
No collection plate, no trust manipulation,
And everybody's cool, cuz it's all about love;
The kind we need, the kind we're all dreaming of,
Where all are welcome--no misfits, no outcasts.
Where's my comfortable, come-as-you-are congregation?
I'm not talkin' 'bout clique-friendly stained-glass walls;
Cuz I know we've all had enough of guilt and condemnation;
Yeah, we're ready for a genuine love demonstration.
[instrumental interlude]
I've been looking for grace, while clinging to hope.
Is there a place where I can let my spirit elope
With an unfeigned, unconditional love that lasts?
No collection plate, no trust manipulation,
And everybody's cool, cuz it's all about love;
The kind we need, the kind we're all dreaming of,
Where all are welcome--no misfits, no outcasts.
Where's my comfortable, come-as-you-are congregation?
© 2014 David Acosta Perez
