Shadow Of The Steeple

We're stuck in complacency

We clock in once a week

The same routine

Some people put up a façade

Get by on a friendly nod

While inside hurting

We've been commanded to serve

We've been commanded to love

We've been commanded to go

These orders are from above

This isn't too much to ask

This is the least we can do

Think of all he's done for me

And all he's done for you

In the shadow of the steeple

There are people who've lost their way

And in the neighborhoods surrounding

Hearts are pounding in great pain

Is there anyone to help them

And to tell them there's a way

Is there anyone to love them

And to show them jesus' face

It's time to be christ's feet and hands

Move from the sidelines and the stands, no spectating

It's time to roll up all our sleeves

Kneel down and wash some dirty feet

And it might get messy but that's okay 'cause

We will go, we will go