1: She's a building of beings bein' constructed, is the cornerstone Foundation built on another and you's a goner She's built on Him, supported by Him, to Him Now she's a body of bodies who transformed Him A temple breathes, we are the halls We are the floorboards or more, we are the wisdom of God no longer a mystery The church is the pinnacle of our salvific One union homie The Tri-union is glorified through our communion the present reality is she was born a casualty Though made alive she's still affected by depravity Once lived in sin and by her lust and Folks catch her slippin' and they away disgusted She's a in progress, Christ is the head of her And He wash her with the words He done said to her Already pretty but really not dressed And sometimes she look silly but far from a mess Yes, please don't be dissin' cause Jesus paid grip And if you didn't then you call her Misses I'm talking the Church
I she may look gritty her Man come back she gone look so pretty She the You see her actin' crazy Be patient her though cause she still God's baby She the you diss her, get to know her Jesus got a thing for her and He just to show her She the She bricks and buildings She all of people, men women and children We the
2: Her is Ecclesia, meaning the assembly Bows to the Trinity, no other A body, family and a she is all one But on Earth you see her in congregational ones A microcosm or a small scale But it is the church though it's just a sample Invisible, spiritual, physical, Not a temple, never that simple a not a building, she is not bricks She's a world changer but ain't 'bout rich Perpetratin' fakes cause a lot of to hate Plus her hands get dirty and her get scraped And sometimes her body parts start outta place Legs tryna be the arms, thinkin' they the face But she'll never be with a one man band Or a small with nobody in command
3: Some don't get it so they They say she's on a paper chase, say she's really fake So they go start a so they can do the work But don't understand how Jesus feel about His Church And yeah they make disciples, got conversions They take care of the widows and the orphans, man be workin' But none of them are and no church structure No elders and no discipline, they no conductor And don't submit, but quite a few of them are baptized People how I pray that look at this thing from God's eyes Take inside the whole council Not just the area where you might a mouthful Who folks submit to, who'll conduct the discipline? If excommunicated, what will they be missin' then? Peep Ephesians 4 Paul gets practical 1 and Titus if you thinkin' I'm irrational