La Dispute - St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues lyrics
[La Dispute - St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues lyrics]
Stained-glass and the choir sing out that
Strong and ceaseless chorus here
So sweet the voices
Sweep like leaves into the street on Easter
A celebration carried on for God
And hope and refuge to keep each other
Life give shelter from the
Storm and keep warm
The congregation gathers outside in
The parking lot, each service done
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see the scene in color each
Day driving out to Eastown
That old abandoned church and have I
Gone the same sad way?
Have I gone the same sad way?
Through the sixties flourished and
The seventies in flux
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of
When the money would dry up
And when the nineties violent crime and
Rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and
Thin of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing
Slowly faded to black
Until the weeds stormed the
Concrete from unattended cracks
It had to know
Had to feel that glory never coming back
Like I could feel it when the passion left
The last of what I had
It had to know like I knew
And I can’t find it back might not ever
Ten years now standing vacant
Ten years on empty, maybe more
Once held the faith of hundreds
Soon one more cell phone store
For years they gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their praises to a
God that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through
So, I’ve been thinking about that
Sometimes go slow when I drive by
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so empty over time
What gave those people purpose
Past death approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly
Now left to wither with the weeds
Now left to ice and vandals
The advent candles long since gone
The old foundation shifting hard
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sit's untouched
Amongst the brickwork worn
A symbol of the beauty only perfect
At that moment we were born
And just the other day I swear
I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete
Sweeping up and patching cracks
I saw him lift a rag to wash the
Years of filth from off those windows
Made me wonder if there’s anyone like
That for you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope
Strong and ceaseless chorus here
So sweet the voices
Sweep like leaves into the street on Easter
A celebration carried on for God
And hope and refuge to keep each other
Life give shelter from the
Storm and keep warm
The congregation gathers outside in
The parking lot, each service done
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see the scene in color each
Day driving out to Eastown
That old abandoned church and have I
Gone the same sad way?
Have I gone the same sad way?
Through the sixties flourished and
The seventies in flux
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of
When the money would dry up
And when the nineties violent crime and
Rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and
Thin of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing
Slowly faded to black
Until the weeds stormed the
Concrete from unattended cracks
It had to know
Had to feel that glory never coming back
Like I could feel it when the passion left
The last of what I had
It had to know like I knew
And I can’t find it back might not ever
Ten years now standing vacant
Ten years on empty, maybe more
Once held the faith of hundreds
Soon one more cell phone store
For years they gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their praises to a
God that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through
So, I’ve been thinking about that
Sometimes go slow when I drive by
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so empty over time
What gave those people purpose
Past death approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly
Now left to wither with the weeds
Now left to ice and vandals
The advent candles long since gone
The old foundation shifting hard
The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sit's untouched
Amongst the brickwork worn
A symbol of the beauty only perfect
At that moment we were born
And just the other day I swear
I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete
Sweeping up and patching cracks
I saw him lift a rag to wash the
Years of filth from off those windows
Made me wonder if there’s anyone like
That for you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope