La Dispute - St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues lyrics

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Stained-glass and the choir sing out that strong and ceaseless

Chorus here. 
So sweet the voices, sweep like leaves into the street.


On Eastern, a celebration carried on for God and hope and

Refuge
To keep each other, life; give shelter from the storm. And

Keep warm. 
The congregation gathers outside in the parking lot, each

Service done
They keep the old hymn rolling on and on and
I see

The scene in color each day driving out to Eastown, 
That old

Abandoned church and have I gone the same sad way? 

Have I

Gone the same sad way? 

Through the sixties flourished and the

Seventies in flux. 
The eighties fluctuate each year unclear of when

The money would dry up. 
And when the nineties violent crime and

Rising unemployment rates came by
That parking lot grew dim and thin

Of sinners and saints
Until the voices, unceasing, slowly faded to

Black
Until the weeds stormed the concrete from unattended cracks.


It had to know, had to feel that glory never coming back,


Like I could feel it when the passion left, the last of what I had,


It had to know like I knew. 
And I can't find it still.


Might not ever. 

Ten years now standing vacant.


Ten years on empty, maybe more. 
Once held the faith of

Hundreds, 
Soon one more cell phone store. 
For years they

Gathered here
Inside the building sound and true
To sing their

Praises to a god that gave them hope
To carry on, to carry through.


So, I've been thinking about that, 
Sometimes go slow when I

Drive by, 
How a home of stone and a house so holy
Grows so

Empty over time. 
What gave those people purpose
Past death

Approaching constantly
Now left to crumble slowly, 
Now left to

Wither with the weeds. 
Now left to ice and vandals, 
The

Advent candles long since gone, 
The old foundation shifting hard,


The concrete overgrown, but
That stained-glass window sits

Untouched amongst the brickwork worn, 
A symbol of the beauty only

Perfect at that moment we were born. 
And just the other day I swear

I saw a man there
Pulling weeds out of the concrete, sweeping up and

Patching cracks, 
I saw him lift a rag to wash the years of filth

From off those windows. 
Made me wonder if there's anyone like that

For you and me and
Anybody else who broke and lost hope.