Tonight in the line of the merchandise store

While they were packing up my bags

I saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs

Screaming, "God hates fags"


And it feels like the church isn't anything more

Then the second coming of the Pharisees

Scrubbing each other 'til their tombs are white

They chisel epitaphs of piety


Oh, there's a burning down inside of me

'Cause the battle seems so lost

And it's raging on so silently

We forget it's being fought


So, Amen

Come, Lord Jesus

Amen

Oh, Amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen


It's taken me years in the race just to get this far

Still there is no end in sight,

There's no end in sight

'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wicked

And you know I blended in just fine


Well, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking His heart

With they cycle of my sin, of my sin

Still He turns His face to me and I kiss it

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


So, Amen

Come, Lord Jesus

Amen

Oh, Amen

Come, Lord Jesus

Amen


Tonight in the light of the gathering rain

I could hear creation groan

And a sigh 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 fry

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

Amen

Oh, Amen

Come, Lord Jesus

Amen