There is a song for my family
Outside the walls of sunday
Morning from some within
This is a song to confess our sins
Lay it all out, and try to begin again
To hope again

Please forgive our ignorance
In looking down on you
Please forgive our selfishness
For hiding in our pews while the world bleeds
While the world needs us to be what we should be
This is a song for my family who
Just can't believe in the Jesus that you've
Seen on sunday morning

This is a song for the cynical saints
The burned out and hopeless
The ones that we've cast away
I feel your pain

Please forgive the wastefulness of all that we could be
But don't forget, there's more than this
Her beauty still exists
His bride is still alive
His bride is still alive
His bride is still alive
His bride is still alive
His bride is still alive

This is a song for my family inside
The walls of sunday morning
Be what you should be