I know a lot of rainday survivors
I have met a lot of sunday drivers
I get destracted by the body dividers
Let's unite all the dead church revivers
Don't forget the spiritual reminders
And don't follow the traditional rewinders
Look for the Yahweh insiders
And forget all that man's religion requires
Let's be whatever He desires
Let's be the cleansing, fueling fires
No more back stabbing biters
No more first impression hires
I want stories of the martyrs
I need love that knows no borders
Where is God?! Give Him back you horders!
I need help with the weight on my shoulders
Is there hope as we get older?
Where is relief in todays stuffed folders?
I need peace like when Jesus told her
"Where are all of your condemners?"
For I know that we are all sinners
So why can't we just be winners?
Instead I see quiters
And hatred shared over dinners
We get hurt by the constant dividers
But we need to be dead church revivers
Then we can all be rainday survivors.