Church in My Heart

Is it Sunday, or just the morning’s call?

Questions in my mind, which way to fall?

Tempted by the quiet, hesitant and slow,

The whispers of the ||church||, or doing my own flow.

A choice between the sacred, and what I feel inside,

But deep down I know, I can't run from that guide.

Should I leave or should I stay?

The heart's voice, leading the way.

Break the chains or find my peace,

In the end, which path will bring release?

So you wanna go, or no, no?

The church calls even when I'm scared to go.

Better face the truth, let the spirit show,

Because the road to grace, I need to know.

Maybe I don’t need the building, but I need that faith,

A sanctuary inside, my doubts I can’t escape.

Both worlds conspire in my mind’s own fight,

But in the end, I’ll walk into the light.

Either way, I’ll find my way,

With or without, I won’t stray.

The church in my heart, always near,

Guiding me through, casting out fear.