Love Letter

Open up these cold, golden doors
Your towers built high enough to ignore
That heaven ain’t a place like this
Or much of the things you’ve probably known before

See that carpenter’s kingdom is
A bit more like something you have missed
As you pass by the poor and brokenhearted
Running to your worship services

Talks of religion leave out what your founder said
Of orphans and widows, too busy waiting till your body’s dead
With your mind on the riches of a world up there
To notice the face of Jesus here in these tattered threads

And is it such a burden to carry out this name
To live and die to ourselves much more than worth the pain
But in all honesty, you can keep your inerrancy
It’s not of God but of you I’m so ashamed

Tell me what discipleship means
A baptism in symbolic blood or just my pipe dreams
Because you say I’ll follow this right off a cliff
And my faith requires me to heartily agree

So leave behind your cold church walls
The old is gone and dead, watch it fall
And it’s not our job to be cool or be right
But no matter what to just love all

And if you should choose to stay the same
To hold tradition high and damn all chance of change
While the whole world cries for the keys you hold
To our Father’s doors so locked, and we’re the only ones to blame