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The Church
"The Church"
A wooden door clicks open
To the beginning of a southern spiritual
The newbie feels depleted and empty
It is the reason why she came
Her acceptance is immediate
She is given a few sheets of music
Worn down by others who need them not these days
They slide in the pews and begin to ride the wave
Of vocal unity coming their way
Singing quintessential love for the lord
Flowing a strength that never grows tired
She see a person with palms extended
Telling her "Take my hand, become a witness"
Everybody sings for all their worth
And together spirits do rise!
In sanctity and emotion they are here to contribute
So she does all the same
The next passage leads into a wonderful Gospelous glory
A song evolved from the old days of slavery
And the sharecroppers who thought less of them
Unjustified though it was to keep people down
Belief and acceptance would be among the church goers
Welcoming anyone in need
She starts to feel better
Resting assured of her day redeemed
Reconciliation for old times has come
As everybody will be shown deliverance from evil
In this chapel there is growth and understanding
A community born and linked one note at a time
Progress and togetherness remembered every Sunday
We must never let our brethren forget was spoken from behind
She agreed with an outward wholeheartedness
"For here I am to worship!" The new comer sang her praise
And the priest, he said "Amen!"
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