Community (an ode to Hopwood)

You are sitting in the Living room
Of the place I call my second home,
Where the fire works and tears are safe to show
It's a miracle of the first degree
That I could call you family
For I feared that I was in this world alone

I'll tell you the secret that opened up my eyes
The funny thing is, you showed it to me
You probably don't remember, but that's a good surprise,
'Cause that means it came supernaturally

(CHORUS)
You are teaching me to live with harmony,
A multitude of melodies with the syncopated silence holy
You invited me to join the mystery,
To journey alongside forgiven sinners
Who are called to be community

I was raised as an American
In a sitcom-television-land
Where the padlock on my soul was hard to see
And I learned to live with hopelessness
Like the rest of generation x
Regardless of all I claimed to believe

But I'll tell you the secret that brought me back to life:
The road is not as empty as I dreamed
The loneliness I soaked in pales when placed beside
The faithful, loving grace you've shared with me

You are teaching me to live with harmony,
A multitude of melodies with the syncopated silence holy
You invited me to join the mystery,
To journey alongside forgiven sinners ...
You are teaching me to live with harmony,
A multitude of melodies with the syncopated silence holy
You invited me to join the mystery,
To journey alongside forgiven sinners
Who are called to be community