Come, Lord Jesus lyrics

Tonight in the line of the merchandise storeWhile they were packing up my bagsI saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signsScreaming, "God hates fags"And it feels like the church isn't anything moreThen the second coming of the PhariseesScrubbing each other 'til their tombs are whiteThey chisel epitaphs of pietyOh, there's a burning down inside of me'Cause the battle seems so lostAnd it's raging on so silentlyWe forget it's being foughtSo, AmenCome, Lord JesusAmenOh, AmenCome Lord JesusAmenIt's taken me years in the race just to get this farStill there is no end in sight,There's no end in sight'Cause I've carried my cross into dens of the wickedAnd you know I blended in just fineWell, I'm weak and I'm weary of breaking His heartWith they cycle of my sin, of my sinStill He turns His face to me and I kiss itJust to betray Him once againWell, I've got oceans down inside of meI can feel the billows rollWith the mercy that comes thunderingO'er the waters of my soulSo
, AmenCome, Lord JesusAmenOh, AmenCome, Lord JesusAmenTonight in the light of the gathering rainI could hear creation groanAnd a sigh rose up from the streets of the cityTo the foot of Heaven's throneOh, and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrainAn absolution in the fray, in the fryIt tells of the death of the one for the lives of the manyMore than any picket sign could saySo, AmenCome, Lord JesusAmenOh, AmenCome, Lord JesusAmen