| If they shut down the churches
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| Where would you go?
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| If they melted all the
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| Stained-glass windows
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| Replaced every sanctuary
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| With a condo
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| Where would you go?
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| Where would you go?
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| We are a cathedral
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| Made of people
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| In a kingdom that
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| They eye can’t see
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| We’re a house, we are the bride
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| Where God’s Spirit lives inside
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| And nothing ever
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| Could stand against her
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| If they burned every Bible
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| What would you know?
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| If they tore your marked-up pages
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| How would you grow?
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| And declared your devotion
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| To be criminal
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| What would you know?
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| What would you know?
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| When they throw you in prison
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| What will you do?
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| When they hate you for the things
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| That you know are true
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| They can tear down this temple
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| But they can’t touch you |