Last night I went to a different church
Where everyone waved their hands in the air
And I felt out of place
When warmly embraced
By a tattooed lady with streaked red hair
Where Levis ruled and people smiled
Happy to see me come inside
And the preacher spoke in warning tones
Impinging on my comfort zones
Where repetitious words had gone
Replaced by prayer and worship songs
And looking round I wondered still
If this was too good to be real
Till 'round the table all were met
To drink the wine and break the bread
And then I knew He didn't mind
The way we looked but what's inside
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