tonight in the line of the merchandise store while they were packing up my bags i saw the pictures of the prophets of the picket signs screaming god hates fags and it feels like the church isn t anything more then the second coming of the pharisees yeah scrubbing each other til their tombs are white they chisel epitaphs of piety oh well there s a burning down inside of me cause the battle seems so lost and it s raging on so silently we forget it s being fought so amen come lord jesus amen oh amen come lord jesus amen it s taken me years in the race just to get this far still there is no end in sight there s no end in sight cause i ve carried my cross into dens of the wicked you know i blended in just fine well i m weak and i m weary of breaking his heart with the cycle of my sin of my sin still he turns his face to me and i kiss it just to betray him once again  well i ve got oceans down inside of me i can feel the billows roll with the mercy that comes thundering o er the waters of my soul so i say amen come lord jesus amen oh amen so come lord jesus amen tonight in the light of the gathering rain i could hear creation groan and a sigh rose up from the streets of the city to the foot of heaven s throne oh and the people hear the sound of a sweet refrain an absolution in the fray in the fray it tells of the death of the one for the lives of the many more than any picket sign could say so amen come lord jesus amen oh amen so come lord jesus amen oh amen come lord jesus amen please come lord jesus oh amen come lord jesus amen