Where Are You Church?
Steve Fricks
Running the risk of offending the ones,
Who claim the truth and proclaiming the
son,
Forgive me if I'm the one to ask,
Where was your love when the homeless
man you passed;
See there's a hurting world outside the
walls,
Of stained glass and ivory halls,
Jesus turned tables over in the pit of
vipers,
So called leaders of faith and God's
disciples;
A slaughter unfolds before our very
eyes,
While we the church sit on our butts
and watch a generation die,
Thinking we are all of that and then
some,
We forget is wasn't long ago we were
the ones;
The lepers, the outcasts, sinners and
unclean,
But have you looked in the mirror
lately and seen,
For it wasn't the high and mighty he
came to save,
It was the humble, the broken, the ones
enslaved;
So tell me what did you do today,
How many did you reach out to, just to
say,
I love you brother, and I know the one,
Who holds the keys to free you son;
Did you climb down in the ditch, crawl
in the mud,
Or were you afraid to get your suit
dirty, were you too good,
Guess you forgot the blood, pain and
tears in his eyes
He shed the day he paid your price;
So what will your answer be when he
asks,
Why when I was homeless did you pass,
And didn't you know it was my children
you judged,
Those begging on the street, just
begging for love;
Time is short, my children are dying
from broken hearts,
Put your working clothes on, it's time
to start,
Forget the ivory towers and stained
glass masquerade,
It's time to get dirty, bring my
children home today:
