Come, Lord Jesus

Come, Lord Jesus - Andrew Peterson

Written by：Andrew Peterson

Tonight in the line of the merchandise store

While they were packing up my bags

I saw the pictures of the prophets

Of the picket signs

Screaming God hates fags

And it feels like the church

Isn't anything more

Then the second coming of the pharisees

Yeah

Scrubbing each other

'Til their tombs are white

They chisel epitaphs of piety

Oh there's a burning down inside of me

'Cause the battle seems so lost

And it's raging on so silently

We forget it's being fought

So amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

Oh amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

It's taken me years in the race

Just to get this far

Still there is no end in sight

There's no end in sight

'Cause I've carried my 'cross

Into dens of the wicked

And you know I blended in just fine

Well I'm weak and I'm weary

Of breaking his heart

With they cycle of my sin of my sin

Still he turns his face to me and I kiss it

Just to betray him once again

Well I've got oceans down inside of me

I can feel the billows roll

With the mercy that comes thundering

O'er the waters of my soul

So I say amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

Oh amen

Just come Lord Jesus

Amen

Tonight in the light of the gathering rain

I could hear creation groan

And a sigh rose up

From the streets of the city

To the foot of heaven's throne

Oh and the people hear the sound

Of a sweet refrain

An absolution in the fray in the fry

It tells of the death of the one

For the lives of the many

More than any picket sign could say

So amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

Oh amen

So come Lord Jesus

Amen

Amen

Everybody is for come

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen

Come Lord Jesus

Amen