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

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