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[Verse]
Empty pews in silent halls
Preachers talk no heed to calls
Sinners lost in shadow's grip
Cotton mouths with a silver sip
[Verse 2]
Sunday best in perfect rows
Blind to where the cold wind blows
Jesus walked the old street's thorns
Befriends the drunkards lost and worn
[Chorus]
Gospel words won't reach the lost
Stained glass can't pay the cost
Out there where the wild hearts roam
Find your faith outside your home
[Verse 3]
Preachers dressed in fine attire
Speaking from their lofty spire
But out there where the nights get cold
Is where the truth's been left untold
[Chorus]
Gospel words won't reach the lost
Stained glass can't pay the cost
Out there where the wild hearts roam
Find your faith outside your home
[Bridge]
Empty promises and hollow cheers
Can't mend the broken thousand fears
Take your wisdom to the streets
That's where faith and real life meet
Details
GeneratedDec 11, 2024
Duration3:35
Credits
Prompt byMichael Nickerson
ModelAria v4
Prompt
Churches sit in their pews preaching to each other but not going to where the sinners are to spread the Word
Even Jesus spent time with drunkards and whores Rock
