one body, many parts
one blood of many hearts
nothing physical remains
that Christ the head fore'er and e'er shall reign
one spirit, many gifts
one church that sways and drifts
remiss in wind and tide
that Christ would have his body unified
We cry Hosanna, oh my soul...
that Christ would make this broken body whole
one house of many nations
many stones but one foundation
the prophets laid it bare
that Christ the living stone shall be her heir
one builder, many dreams
spares no expense, it seems
the temple is his own
that Christ himself would be the cornerstone
We cry Hosanna, oh my will...
that Christ would build this city on a hill
one marriage, many vows
we're bound forever now
one profound mystery
that Christ would find his bride in you and me
We cry Hosanna, oh my life...
that Christ would take this harlot as his wife...
We cry Hosanna, oh my life...
that Christ would take this church to be his wife...
that Christ would take us home...
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This is a new song... written in reflection of the most recent worship series with Nicholasville UMC examining the nature of "the church." The church is not a building... we are the church! Blessings, y'all. 
--korywilcox // www.korywilcox.com
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