If this is not a place where tears are understood,
Then where shall I go to cry?
And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings,
Then were shall I go to fly?
I don't need another place for tryin' to impress you
With just how good and virtuous I am, no, no, no.
I don't need another place for always being on top of things.
Everybody knows that it's a sham, it's a sham.
I don't need another place for always wearin' smiles
Even when it's not the way I feel.
I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes
Everybody knows that it's not real.
So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked,
Then where shall I go to seek?
And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard,
Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak?
So if this is not a place where tears are understood,
Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly?
What a challenge for each of our churches in 1989.

-By Ken Medema