[Intro] [Spoken] (For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life. — John 3:16) [Verse 1] Grew up in the pews, every Sunday dressed in white, Mama singin' hymns, yeah the choir would ignite, Memorized the Word before I learned to read the streets, John 3:16 on repeat — God loved us, that's the creed. But then life outside the steeple hit a different note, Saw my homie hungry, ain't nobody wrote a vote, Saw addiction take the neighbors, pride take the pastor, Started asking God — how do we move faster? Then I heard it clear as bells ringing through the fog — The Word ain't just for walls, it's for the streets of God, Grace ain't just a Sunday song between the pews, It's the bread you break with strangers — that's the news. [Chorus] From the church to the streets — His mercy flows, Through the broken and the beaten, His glory shows, Grace ain't locked behind the doors of stained glass light, It's walkin' through the darkness, bringin' morning to the night. From the altar to the asphalt — same God, same grace, Same love that hung the stars will hold the lowest place, From the church to the streets — He never stopped the call, His mercy new each morning — enough for one and all. [Verse 2] [Spoken] (The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. As far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us. — Psalm 103:8, 12) Met a man beneath the overpass, eyes gone hollow, Said he used to sing on Sundays — hard to follow, How the same hands folded in prayer now shake with cold, But Psalm 103 reminded me — His love ain't old. Slow to anger, full of mercy — that's the character, East to west, our sins are gone — no barrier, So I sat beside him in the concrete and the rain, And I spoke the grace of God to wash away the shame. See the church ain't just a building with a steeple on the roof, It's every act of mercy that becomes the living proof, Of a God who left His glory, walked the roads of dust, Touched the lepers, loved the sinners — in Him we trust. [Chorus] From the church to the streets — His mercy flows, Through the broken and the beaten, His glory shows, Grace ain't locked behind the doors of stained glass light, It's walkin' through the darkness, bringin' morning to the night. From the altar to the asphalt — same God, same grace, Same love that hung the stars will hold the lowest place, From the church to the streets — He never stopped the call, His mercy new each morning — enough for one and all. [Bridge] [Spoken] (Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. — Lamentations 3:22–23) Great is His faithfulness — I've seen it in the gutter, Mercy that don't stutter, grace that doesn't flutter, New every morning like the dew on broken glass, Even what the enemy meant for pain — it shall not last. Romans 8:38 — nothing can divide, Neither death nor life can pull us from His side, So I carry the Word like a light through every alley, From the highest church mountain to the lowest valley. [Verse 3] [Spoken] (He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy and to walk humbly with your God. — Micah 6:8) Micah 6:8 tattooed on my spirit deep, Act justly, love mercy — it's a vow I keep, Walk humbly with your God — not a stage, not a throne, But the cold block corner where the lost feel alone. See I left the padded pews to find the real congregation — Single mothers, former dealers, every broken nation, They don't need religion dressed in Sunday best and pride, They need John 15 love — the kind that stays inside. Greater love has no man than to lay his whole life down, So I'm trading comfort zones for the grit of this town, 'Cause the Word became flesh and moved into the 'hood, And if I carry His name — then I carry what He would. [Chorus (Final)] From the church to the streets — His mercy flows, Through the broken and the beaten, His glory shows, Grace ain't locked behind the doors of stained glass light, It's walkin' through the darkness, bringin' morning to the night. From the altar to the asphalt — same God, same grace, Same love that hung the stars will hold the lowest place, From the church to the streets — He never stopped the call, His mercy new each morning — enough for one and all. [Outro] [Spoken] (Go into all the world and preach the gospel to all creation. — Mark 16:15) From the church… to the streets… (His mercy flows) From the sanctuary… to the sidewalk… (His glory shows) Go into all the world — Mark 16:15, Not just in the building — in between, in between. His grace found me… in the streets… it'll find you too, From the church to the streets — He's always coming through.
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