Jonathan Solomon - Church We Have A Problem

I find, especially today, young people often leave the church or scoff at the church
not because she's too serious, but because she's not serious enough
There's not a genuine accountability
There's not a lot of difference between, often, what they see in the Christian life and in the non-Christian life
So then, therefore, what's the need of the church
I sat thinking, yeah, church, we have a problem
Solution ain't gonna be that simple
All them gifts, love be absent
Y'all ain't hear the sound of cymbals?
You told me to drop from school I believed God was speaking
You implied I wasn't saved if I ain't follow all your teaching
Gospel wasn't quite enough for the ones who needed preaching
You thought we should save the actors
Hollywood would need some preaching
Told men to act like women cause good acting's what movies needed
Then God would see our talents and our witness would not be weakened
Soccer mom was late to church
You leaders had a lust for doubt
Hooked your phone up to the system
Called the mom and fussed her out
Everyone declared amen
I was wondering what it means
It ain't seem that God was there, but you kept telling me of dreams of people's chains
becoming loose
Revival songs of Jubilee, but Holy Ghost ain't come to class
I checked if it was true and see, since then I've been a harsh Berean
Here's the crazy thing about it
I thought that I could solve it, but church, we got a problem
Wasn't fictitious that I was big for my britches
When I ain't go get some stitches when they made my pain, they business for real
I just resented the ways that they kept on sinning and sinning with no repentance
Was glad that that time had ended for real
I kept on living, forgetting all that they meant to me
Mentally pushing ways that they treated me down my heart, yo, for real
Until I walked in a building and found that all of my lenses had gotten thicker this church was doomed from the start, yo, for real
I tried to be with community, leaning into the family that he gave me and all I could see was broken for real
I thought they only had plans to plot on my soul until they could rip out my dignity and they just never spoke
it for real
Assumed that chaos was stuck inside their theology
Knowledge be what I had even greater than all the leaders for real
I started bleeding on every place that could be even barely, close, just a little bit similar in the face to the feel
Of where I was cause bet y'all won't get me again, though, for real
Until I approved they wasn't a healthy church, though, for real
Bet you won't ever talk down on me from that pulpit for real
Bet you won't ever make me love you then just diss me for real
Stop all that counseling do you believe this passage for real?
Please turn them lights up you not gone manipulate me for real
And just around the time I thought that I could solve it
In all of my reaction I realized, now church, I'm the problem

Written by:
Jonathan Solomon

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