The Little Lukewarm Church (EP Arrangement)

Little lukewarm church with the welcome sign, Coffee in the lobby, every sermon right on time. Hands raised high beneath the gentle light, Singing “God is good” while avoiding every fight. We came to you for help. You pushed us away. You loved the sound of mercy till it asked for you to stay. Called silence “wisdom,” called retreating “loving.” Grace became convenient when it asked you to do nothing. We will not call rejection what the Shepherd came to give. The truth you preach on Sunday is the truth you're called to live. Little lukewarm church, neither burning nor cold, With a mouth full of Scripture and a backbone sold. You guarded your comfort, your image, your name. We will not let your silence wear the Savior's name. Little lukewarm church, Heaven knows what you knew— You cannot hide in mercy when justice was due. Truth stood at your doorway; Courage never came through. A shepherd without courage is a hireling in disguise, Counting every Sunday while the sheep are sacrificed. You cannot call it care when the hurting get dismissed. You cannot preach compassion with a closed and guarded fist. If the truth mattered later, it mattered from the start; Delay is a decision when fear controls your heart. No confession from the pulpit, no admission you were late— Just another careful meeting while the wounded had to wait. Every silent elder has a duty to explain. A polished public statement does not wash away the pain. Repentance bears its fruit. Protection carries cost. A church that saves its image has already lost the lost. You studied every passage, But missed the bleeding man. You preached restoration Without a righteous stand. You wanted resurrection Without facing what was killed. You wanted peace and mercy— But never God's full will. No more holy hesitation. No more polished alibis. No more weaponized forgiveness. No more sheltering the lies. We came to you for help. You pushed us away. You do not speak for Jesus When you turn His sheep away. We came to you for help. You pushed us away. You do not speak for Jesus When you turn His sheep away. Father, search us also. Keep our witness free of pride. Make us willing to stand near Those we once walked past outside. Let our hands put love to work. Let repentance change our ways. We will not protect our comfort While another cries for grace. Little lukewarm church, Heaven knows what you knew— You cannot hide in mercy when justice was due. We will not trade the truth to keep your image whole. We will not call it ministry to turn away a soul. Our faith belongs to Jesus. His mercy has not changed. We will stand beside the hurting. We will not turn away. The doors were open. The lights were on. The songs were beautiful. But the Shepherd stood outside, knocking. This time, we will answer. Let our songs become the lives we live, God.