No matter how many times you may say it

No matter how many times you may say it
Alleuluia will never guarantee the Spirit
And though on Sundays you may warm the pew
It doesn't really mean that God is in you

For many unseen ones,  have done great things
But have never been part of a church that sings
To all who had known them they were the purest love
And their lives were a mirror of the Great Above

It's not in the claiming of one faith over the other
But in the embracing of all as sister and brother
That we will come to be everything we're mean to be
Mirrors of the Creator who has loved unselfishly