It's more than a book,
It's more than a building.
It's more than standing in a church,
While your sin is simply yielding.
It's more than the third pew on the right,
The one you always sit in.
It's more than wearing fancy clothes,
In hopes that you will fit in.
It's more than picket signs, hymns,
Or yells that may scare you.
It's more than the music, the sermons,
Or how much tithe you're due.
It's more than meets the eye,
It's more than what we've made it.
It's a quiet chat with God,
Through whom we were created.
And during the quiet,
With tears streaming down,
His amazing grace is the sweetest sound.
And His abundant mercy,
Makes it all clear;
Religion is useless,
If Gods not kept near.©