In our best clothes we step
Inside this building, this symbol
Of gods beauty and power but
I feel the mighty ceiling pressing
Down on my shoulders, my throat
Feels crushed by all the things I
Would normally say in god's
Sacred name. I realise that god
Wants me to to love, to breath
His healing forgiveness into the
World provided those I revive
From their lives of godless misery
Are not a different colour, a different
Gender, a different faith, race, sexuality
Because their creed and their colour
And their name will matter, he
Won't be there.