T.H.H.S. (The Holy Huddle Syndrome)

Joanna shakes, she's at the front door finally

Black clad typically, sanguine, eye catching

Today's the day her courage is no longer pending,

Slow step, shuffle in, side eyes, pressuring

It wasn't sermon or song

But a congregation giving off she don't belong

Joanna sits there alone,

But the murmuring of many makes her wanna go home

(She should just go home)

Pardon me, but we don't get to decide who's chosen

Grace is free to all (though it's costly)

Suddenly, it is that we come to see, we need rescuing, tell me,

Were we not the same? (all of us started off undelivered)

Please, do not be like the pharisees,

In the way they taught there's,

One way to run after God,

One way to express our love to Him

Don't limit the Infinite

Don't limit the Infinite

Pardon me, but we don't get to decide who's chosen

Grace is free to all (though it's costly)

Suddenly, it is that we come to see, we need rescuing, tell me,

Were we not the same? (all of us started off undelivered)

As Joanna gets up, she lives what she's learned

To bear with each other and forgive one another

To let love prosper as faults are forgiven

We all start off as sinners till we're born of the spirit

As Joanna gets up, she lives what she's learned

To bear with each other and forgive one another

To let love prosper as faults are forgiven

We all start off as sinners till we make the decision

To follow Him who sat with liars,

Prostitutes and other sinners,

Covetous thieves, fornicators too,

And in this day and age, He would sit with you

Don't limit the infinite

Pardon me, but we don't get to decide who's chosen

Grace is free to all (though it's costly)

Suddenly, it is that we come to see, we need rescuing, tell me,

Were we not the same? (all of us started off undelivered)