Here, there’s no false gods 
No need to feel wrong 
No guilt to be had 
A place you belong 
A place with respect 
The pits our church 
It shall bring you peace 
You still may get hurt 
Don't fall to your knees 
Stand up 
The cross over ministry 

Here, you’ll still feel blessed 
Through love all around 
Your feet still moving 
Your face in the ground 
This place gets wrecked 
The pits our church 
Violence our communion 
We’re baptized in dirt