Church And Still Horizon

Not every Sunday thundered storm and sin A psalm could make the hardest pew seem soft Peace like a golden dove flapped honeyed wings A tawny angel dropped a shower of blessings A psalm could make the hardest pew seem soft Not every sermon walked on torn feet A tawny angel dropped a shower of blessings The Lord's face did not always wear a frown Not every sermon walked on torn feet The world upon its axle stopped and listened The Lord's face did not always wear a frown The preacher raised a black arm to the sky The world upon its axle stopped and listened Not every Sunday thundered storm and sin The preacher raised a black arm to the sky Peace like a golden dove flapped honeyed wings