"Artificial Light"

Where is the church for the loners?
Where is the church for the ones who don't fit?
Where do they belong?
Those who don't belong?

Where is the church for the broken?
Where is the church for the lost?
Where will they reside?
The ones you leave behind

Oh you're so busy singing
And our ears are ringing still
We're grasping for straws
In the darkest of places
With our eyes wide, searching
For a light on a hill

Where is the church for the orphan?
Where is the church for the cursed?
Where will they call home?
If you leave them all alone

Oh you're so busy singing
And our ears are ringing still
We're grasping for straws
In the darkest of places
With our eyes wide, searching
For a light on a hill

Oh, I've stepped into steeples
Surrounded by people
Tried reaching out
But they turn my voice down
Rejected and shunned
Oh, what has become
Of the house of God?

Where is the church for the sinner?
Where is the church for the saint?
Where will they go
Where religion won't blow?

Christ is not a fashion
Love is not a group
It doesn't regulate or segregate
So tell me, why do you?