| I still talk about it |
| I say I let it go |
| But when those four walls fall |
| They can crush a faithful soul |
| I used to be so trusting |
| I hung on every word |
| I thought I found my family |
| And then my whole world turned |
| When I felt that church hurt |
| So hard to put into words |
| Feeling stranded, abandoned |
| Thought we would end up with heaven on earth |
| Instead of this church hurt |
| We found ourselves down in the dirt |
| All of us imperfect people under a steeple |
| Just trying to do God’s work |
| And then there was church hurt |
| Lately I’ve been asking |
| Did I really put my faith |
| In someone higher than a person |
| Something bigger than a stage |
| When I felt that church hurt |
| So hard to put into words |
| Feeling stranded, abandoned |
| Thought we would end up with Heaven on earth |
| Instead of this church hurt |
| We found ourselves down in the dirt |
| All of us imperfect people under a steeple |
| Just trying to do God’s work |
| And then there was church hurt |
| I’ve felt the kiss of Judas |
| My heart has been betrayed |
| But if we’re being honest |
| Lord, we’ve treated you the same |
| 'Cause you felt that church hurt |
| When your blood and tears hit the earth |
| When you were stranded, abandoned |
| All just to hand us heaven on earth |
| And I know your heart hurts |
| And I know that you felt it first |
| But you love imperfect people under a steeple |
| And you did the work |
| To heal this church hurt |
| Lord, heal your hurt church |