
时间:2004-10-31
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Closed Out... - Jonathan Rundman
Composed by:Jonathan Neil Rundman
Sunday morning Indiana
At the church where I was a guest
They had hymnals and a steeple
And the letters LCMS
Yeah I guess I saw it coming
You could call me a pessimist
But I walked up to the altar
For to share in the eucharist
And the pastor passed me by
He would not let me take the bread and wine
And my heart froze and tears came to my eyes
Closed out of close communion
People stepped down in the quiet
I was shaking I was out of breath
He said may this body and this blood
Bless you and keep you in the one true faith
So I sat there like a stranger with nothing
It was all I had
Yeah I knew that we were different
But I didn't know it would hurt so bad
And the pastor passed me by
He would not let me take the bread and wine
And my heart froze and tears came to my eyes
Closed out of close communion
Closed out of close communion