Clean your car
Man, clean your car
Find your best shoes
Gotta dress ‘right’
Or surely they’ll know
The sins in your heart
Can’t let those be seen
I mean, you can
But they’ll shun you beneath
Their smiles
And nice words
You aren’t good enough
May sound absurd
But this is how ‘hurt’*
Can get in your head
Making you rather
Just go back to bed
Than be there.
So, clean your car
If you think it will make
You whole
But God wants you to know
“I don’t need shoes
I don’t need a smile
I’ll take your heart
Maybe rest for a while
In something
Bigger than that church
I can heal your hurt
No matter where you are.”
07/13/25
clc
*or Church Hurt
Comments
Post a Comment