Are you there?
Can you hear me?
I am thinking of you
Are you hurt?
Are you lonely?
Hope my words get through
Did you know nobody's perfect?
We all fall down
See into the heart of you now
When you are lost
I will find you
Through the dark
I can see you
And you are loved
You are worthy
You can't hide
All the beauty
I can see you ...
Let me put my cards on the table
I've been where you are
I'll never see the stain of a label
Or a scar
You need to know that i wont reject you
Let's unbreak your heart
You are not the voices that shame you
Can you hear me?
I am thinking of you
Are you hurt?
Are you lonely?
Hope my words get through
Did you know nobody's perfect?
We all fall down
See into the heart of you now
When you are lost
I will find you
Through the dark
I can see you
And you are loved
You are worthy
You can't hide
All the beauty
I can see you ...
Let me put my cards on the table
I've been where you are
I'll never see the stain of a label
Or a scar
You need to know that i wont reject you
Let's unbreak your heart
You are not the voices that shame you
I'm coming out
So call your friends and gather round
It's time to judge and pin me down
I'm in the box you put me in
It's dark and I can't see a thing
No air, I need to breathe ...
You label and name
Because you're afraid
Because it makes you feel safe
But here is the sting:
It don't mean a thing.
So everybody sing
Define me, define me, somebody find me
Tell me what I am you know you love it
Define me, defile me, somebody bind me
Make me what I am/ you want
You'll never break me down
So call your friends and gather round
It's time to judge and pin me down
I'm in the box you put me in
It's dark and I can't see a thing
No air, I need to breathe ...
You label and name
Because you're afraid
Because it makes you feel safe
But here is the sting:
It don't mean a thing.
So everybody sing
Define me, define me, somebody find me
Tell me what I am you know you love it
Define me, defile me, somebody bind me
Make me what I am/ you want
You'll never break me down
Oh my god ain't it fun to judge, ain't it fun to judge, ain't it fun to judge?
Oh my god now I'm covered in mud, now I'm covered in mud, ain't it fun to judge?
Oh my god now you want my blood, now you want my blood, ain't it fun to judge?
Oh my god now I'm covered in mud and you want my blood, ain't it fun to judge?
Actually, I suspect most churches have a mixture of both approaches in their congregations. That's probably fair enough: churchgoers are, by and large, human too, and tolerance works both ways. Up to a point.
But where I do get angry is when leaders - formal or informal - bring the worst out of others. When someone stirs up prejudice and hatred, spreading the poison from their own soul to their neighbours. It's evil and it's anti-Christian.
The job of the church is to follow Jesus, to treat people as he did. Simple as that.
The lyrics above are from the band Bad Pollyanna, off their excellent Broken Toys album.
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