The Bride · letra

Verse 1: She's a building of beings bein' constructed, Christ is the cornerstone Foundation built on another and you's a goner homes She's built on Him, supported by Him, conformed to Him Now she's a body of bodies who transformed through Him A temple that breathes, we are the halls We are the floorboards or more, we are the walls Manifold wisdom of God no longer a mystery The church is the pinnacle of our salvific history One flesh union homie The Tri-union is glorified through our corporatized communion Still the present reality is she was born a casualty Though she's made alive she's still affected by depravity Once lived in sin and enslaved by her lust and Folks catch her slippin' and they turn away disgusted She's a work in progress, Christ is the head of her And He wash her clean with the words He done said to her Already pretty but really she's not dressed And sometimes she look silly but she's far from a mess Yes, please don't be dissin' cause Jesus done paid grip And if you didn't then you should call her Misses I'm talking 'bout the Church
Hook: I know she may look gritty When her Man come back she gone look so pretty She the Church You might see her actin' crazy Be patient with her though cause she still God's baby She the Church Before you diss her, get to know her Jesus got a thing for her and He died just to show her She the Church She ain't bricks and buildings She all of God's people, men women and children We the Church
Verse 2: Her name is Ecclesia, meaning the assembly Bows to the Trinity, no other divinity A body, family and a community she is all one But on Earth you see her in congregational small ones A microcosm or a small scale example But it is the church even though it's just a sample Invisible, spiritual, physical, visible Not a brick temple, never that simple This a not a building, she is not bricks She's a world changer but ain't 'bout gettin' rich Perpetratin' fakes cause a lot of folks to hate Plus her hands get dirty and her feet get scraped And sometimes her body parts start acting outta place Legs tryna be the arms, arms thinkin' they the face But she'll never be replaced with a one man band Or a small Taliban with nobody in command
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Verse 3: Some don't get it so they hate They say she's on a paper chase, they say she's really fake So they go start a ministry so they can do the work But they don't understand how Jesus feel about His Church And yeah they make disciples, got plenty conversions They take care of the widows and the orphans, man they be workin' But none of them are Church and no church structure No elders and no discipline, they have no conductor And they don't submit, but quite a few of them are baptized People how I pray that you'd look at this thing from God's eyes Take responsibility inside the whole council Not just the area where you might have a mouthful Who should folks submit to, who'll conduct the discipline? If excommunicated, what body will they be missin' then? Peep Ephesians 4 where Paul gets practical 1 Timothy and Titus if you thinkin' I'm irrational
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