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THE CHURCH OF GOD

And the church of God bleeds 
Severed by knives in form of hands 
Sinking low is the house of God 
See the men of God watching 

 Sister I thought your body was the temple of God 
I thought our hearts were made for him alone 
Brother why let Delilah come in? 
Why bruise the church of God? 

 And the church of God crashed 
Right in the midst of skirts and trousers 
Hearts have turned to stones
The word of God is blasphemed 

 The crash of the church 
The death of you and I 
Our heart is the church 
Rebuild the broken bricks. 
                           CATALEA BONEZ
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