Lyrics
[CHORUS]
Church ain’t a museum for the perfect ones,
It’s a house for the wounded and the tired and the undone.
If you’re lookin’ for a place where nobody’s cracked-
You missed the whole point, and the Gospel at that.
We’re broken, redeemed, held fast by His hand;
A family of grace-not a flawless clan.
So drop that pride, quit holdin’ folks back,
’Cause nobody’s too far gone for the church like that.
[VERSE 1]
I can’t go to church with people like that,
Said the self-righteous man with a sneer,
Judging others for their beliefs and their hats,
Never realizing his own pride and fear.
He seeks a perfect church, without a flaw,
Where everyone thinks just like him,
But little does he know, it’s all a mirage,
For the perfect church is but a dream.
[VERSE 2]
Jesus himself dined with a betrayer,
Offered him bread and wine at the feast,
And yet, we still judge others in our favor,
Ignoring Christ’s example, to say the least.
In Corinth, there were those with drinking problems,
But Paul didn’t say to abandon the church,
And in Galatia, legalism was a symptom,
But no one was told to leave in a lurch.
[VERSE 3]
We are a family of sinners saved by grace,
Broken and flawed, yet loved by the Lord,
In this place, we pray to seek His face,
To worship and praise, with one accord.
So let us drop our pride and arrogance,
And come together, as one family in Christ,
For in His love, there is no pretense,
Only grace, mercy, and eternal life.
[BRIDGE]
He’s lookin’ for perfection where no human stands,
Forgettin’ every saint’s got trembling hands.
Christ builds the church with the weak and small-
And His grace hits harder than the sins we haul.
If we open up the doors, let the broken in,
We’d see redemption do its work again.
’Cause the church ain’t built by who looks just right-
It’s a refuge for the weary in the middle of the fight.
[CHORUS]
Church ain’t a museum for the perfect ones,
It’s a house for the wounded and the tired and the undone.
If you’re lookin’ for a place where nobody’s cracked-
You missed the whole point, and the Gospel at that.
We’re broken, redeemed, held fast by His hand;
A family of grace-not a flawless clan.
So drop that pride, quit holdin’ folks back,
’Cause nobody’s too far gone for the church like that.
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