[Verse 1] We learned how to dress the wounds So no one sees them bleed. We learned the words, we know the songs, We know when to stand and speak. But somewhere in these Sunday rooms A lonely heart still cries, And someone sitting three rows back Has never come alive. [Pre-Chorus] Jesus, walk these aisles again. See beyond the clothes we wear. Past the smiles and folded hands, Find the ones still dying there. [Chorus] Make us a hospital again, For the wounded and the weak. Where the sinner finds Your mercy, And the broken learn to breathe. Not a museum for the righteous, Not a place where wounds must hide. Make us a hospital again, Where the dying come to Life. [Verse 2] There are people in the pews Who’ve known church all their years. They can quote the preacher’s message, They can sing through every tear. But knowing all the language Doesn’t mean they’ve known Your heart. You can stand beside the doorway And still never enter in. [Pre-Chorus] Jesus, search us one by one. Strip away what isn’t true. If we’ve learned to look like Christians Without ever knowing You. [Chorus] Make us a hospital again, For the wounded and the weak. Where the sinner finds Your mercy, And the broken learn to breathe. Not a museum for the righteous, Not a place where wounds must hide. Make us a hospital again, Where the dying come to Life. [Bridge] Let the addict find a doorway. Let the prodigal come home. Let the grieving find a shoulder. Let the desperate know they’re known. Let the guilty hear of mercy. Let the ashamed lift up their eyes. Let the one who’s played at church for years Finally meet You here tonight. (Oh, meet us here tonight.) [Quiet Breakdown] We don’t need a better image. We don’t need a brighter stage. We need Jesus in the hallways. We need mercy in this place. We need truth that leads to freedom. We need grace that doesn’t lie. We need room around the altar For the ones still fighting for their lives. [Final Chorus] Make us a hospital again, For the wounded and the weak. Where the sinner finds Your mercy, And the broken learn to breathe. Not a museum for the righteous, Not a place where wounds must hide. Make us a hospital again, Where the dying come to Life. And if somebody’s sat here Sunday After Sunday, year by year, Let today become the moment They finally know You’re near. [Outro] Jesus, walk these aisles again. Search every heart inside. Make us a hospital again… Where the dying come to Life.
