I enter the room and I feel Pain grabs hold of my Heart and soul grow Numb to the abuse that happens to our own. Spit us out, because we can't Love is all we really need to Give every Sunday and we can Ignore those who sit beside us. Let's Go! Let's Go! Bolivia, Kenya, and Mexico Travel the world and heal its pain At least you will not have to worry about a real responsibility to the hurt. She sits alone and claps her hands A Rich Mullins song brings her comfort Inside she's hurting but you need to respect the pastor Sit and listen, sit and listen. Behind the closed doors of God's house we lock in the hurt And embrace a joy that does not exist.