Antiheroes – Call to Worship

Come to worship all the Antiheroes who are looking for a church.
May that search lead you here, under the bridge,
where all corporative gods have exiled you
to crawl, to linger, to praise under a moon of led lights.

It’s me, I, You are the problem and me.

You say you know the Truth, the Way and the Wise man
to lead me away from the rain, streams and wind.
Have you listen to the sirens? The patrols are coming,
my Christ lies under a bridge with hunger and cold.

It’s me, I, You are the problem and me.

Let’s welcome those who were hurt by marble and glass,

as the rain, streams and wind are getting stronger this season.
Theories taste like sand, my Christ makes me hard in my pants.
I can’t wait to get in line after Service, seeking Him in the basement.

It’s me, I, You are the problem and me.

It’s the lack of antiheroes that made meth as Methodist

That built superintendents over passionate travelers
Let’s welcome the rain, streams and wind to worship
Come those who wish to be wet, blown and cared.

It’s me, I, You are the problem and me.

May the Living Light that lives under the bridge of every heart
Welcomes you as a foolish builder without long hammers,
Not sweaty arms, a basilic, nor a heavy hard rock.
Let’s start a great crash with love.

It’s me, I, You are the problem and me.