Piano dancing in black and white
Drum and stick in a fight
Lights standing like angels against the night
And the saints twirled like daisies in white

Guitar looking like a dancer leaning
The music kissed every heart with meaning
The dusty ***** choked while screaming
And the saints' spirits started dreaming

Imperfect people giving God praise
Imperfect worship with hands raised
The church, their guide in the maze
As they serve God all their days