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
 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
 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
 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, 
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.
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St. Paul Missionary Baptist Church Blues Lyrics

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