Church of the Underground
Lyrics - Andrea C. Renfree / Music - Bill Ward © 2010 Renfree Music and Post No Bills Music, BMI


This alley lies in-between
Walls reaching up to the sky
A quiet Holy place
Time passes by


The humble penitent kneels
Before God hands lifted High
A weary broken soul
Who questions why


There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts
Yet somehow comfort is found
In the Church of the Underground


Smoke rises carrying prayers
Like incense bitter and sweet
From tender hopeful hearts
On dead-end streets


There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts
Yet somehow comfort is found
In the Church of the Underground


Faith finds a way to shine
As the darkness closes in
When tattered dreams appear so small and thin
Stars glow like candles lit by trembling hands
On bended knees the spirit takes a stand


There are so many at the altar
Here where the world has cast them down
They have no comforts
Yet somehow comfort is found
In the Church of the Underground