Verse 1 This is where my friends are, Where they know me by my name, Where we gather every Sunday, Where we learned to believe the same. They are kind and they are faithful, They have carried me before, When I stumbled, they stood by me, When I hurt, they opened doors. Pre-Chorus We accepted God together, We received the promised gift, And I found an identity In the shelter of all this. Chorus Community, community, This is where I belong. These are people that I trust, People who have made me strong. But if I start asking questions, If I follow where they lead, Will you still make room beside me If I question what we believe? I cannot call it truth Just because it’s all I’ve known. Community… Must I choose between belonging And the truth I need to seek? Verse 2 I know the words and rhythms, When to stand and when to pray, I know all the right responses, I know what I’m meant to say. But somewhere underneath them There’s a voice I can’t ignore: “Are these answers really yours, Or were they handed down before?” Pre-Chorus Have I traded my discernment For the comfort of the crowd? Have I learned to hide my questions When I’m thinking them out loud? Chorus Community, community, This is where I belong. These are people that I trust, People who have made me strong. But if I start asking questions, If I follow where they lead, Will you still make room beside me If I question what we believe? I cannot call it truth Just because it’s all I’ve known. Community… Must I choose between belonging And the truth I need to seek? Verse 3 Maybe doubt is not betrayal, Maybe questions aren’t a crime. Maybe truth can stand examination Every single time. If the things that we believe in Are as solid as we say, Then they shouldn’t fear my searching, They shouldn’t fear the light of day. But I’m starting to think for myself now, And it scares me more than doubt— Not because of what I might discover, But what happens if I’m out? Bridge Will you love me if I wonder? Will you love me if I change? Will you recognize your old friend If my answers aren’t the same? Can I question and still join you? Can I doubt and still belong? Can we disagree together Without deciding someone’s wrong? I don’t want to lose my people. I don’t want to walk alone. But I cannot call it truth Just because it’s all I’ve known. Breakdown Have I lost the right to question? Have I lost discernment too? Have I confused being faithful With believing what you do? I need to know. I need to grow. I need to see for myself. And if God is really truth— Why should truth fear my questions? Final Chorus Community, community, I hope there’s room for me— Not just when I say the right things, But when I disagree. I don’t want to leave my people, I don’t want to lose my tribe, But something deep inside me Says an honest mind’s alive. I cannot call it truth Just because it’s all I’ve known. I have to ask the questions. I have to make truth my own. Community, community, Please don’t make me choose Between the people that I love And the questions I pursue. Outro This is where my friends are. They are good people. People I trust. I’m starting to think for myself… And it scares me. But I cannot call it truth Just because it’s all I’ve known. And I’m still one of them… Even if I think for myself. I hope.
