David Wilcox Secret Church
This great cold steel
That bars the way inside
Was molten when the Blacksmith
Was still living
This dead heavy door
That's oak by oak
And all the way a cross is unforgiving
This inscription tall
On that pristine wall
Behind the steel so rusted
Says, "love remains
To break the chains
Of those who would dare to trust it."
Meet me here any night
There's a secret church
That's gathered
By these gates of steel
A gathering of refugees
Enough to feel
That we're warm inside
With our candles in the wind
Though we're standing on the outside
Of these walls alone
The secret church
Feels taller than cathedral stone
The doors may be locked
But they're just doors
Come be welcomed
Into so much more
Come be welcomed into so much more
Then the wind turned strong
When the gathering was done
And the chains upon the bars
Began to falter down to the floor
From the center of the door
Fell the lock that was
Placed on the altar
The inscription tall
On the pristine wall
Behind the steel so rusted
Says "love remains
To break the chains
Of those who would dare to trust it."
Meet me here any night
There's a secret church
That's gathered
By these gates of steel
A gathering of refugees
Enough to feel
That we're warm inside
With our candles in the wind
As we're standing on the outside
Of these walls alone
The secret church
Feels taller than cathedral stone
The doors may be locked
But they're just doors
Come, be welcomed
Into so much more
Come be welcome,
Come be welcomed
Into so much more
