The church of today is as bold as is strong
But by the grace of God could we be doing it wrong

Do we serve other's with softened hearts
Or with fists of pride mixed with hardened thoughts

We see the world as it is in its unrest
Having played our own parts in the reason this

Standing by watching in feigned righteous rage
Not giving love time in which to have its say

We see the world in the worst of fallen states
Yet fail to realize that we're much the same

We must stand apart as the hour grows late
But in God's righteous love and not man's sinful hate

For the world shows itself as it's always been
The problem with us is that we've fallen in

And how can we save those from the pits of Hell
If looking at us they see only themselves