The churches are crumbling all around us.
They have lost their moral authority.
They aren't the place where we can put our trust,
They have become altogether worldly.
It's too bad, I guess, that this has happened,
But there's nothing in this world that endures;
The greatest building will soon be flattened
And granite cliffs will turn to dust for sure.
We're all addicted to appearances,
To all the things of this world that attract;
The one thing that runs interference is
God's mysterious love that never slacks.
Beyond all certainty, beyond all doubt,
God's love is like a cooling rain that ends a long enduring drought.