Westboro

November 15, 2025

Oh Westboro, come back to the light ...

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Westboro



(Verse 1)

In the shadow of the steeple, where the banners wave so high,

Words of fire and brimstone cut across the mourning sky.

You stand with signs of judgment, hearts armored in disdain,

Forgetting that the Savior came to heal the broken chain.


(Chorus)

Oh Westboro, come back to the light,

Lay down your stones, embrace the night no more.

The Bible calls for mercy, not the fight,

Return to love, to grace forevermore.

Hear the whisper of the gentle dove,

Turn from the storm, to heavens above.


(Verse 2)

You've twisted holy pages into weapons sharp and cold,

Proclaiming hate as gospel, in a story left untold.

But Jesus walked with sinners, broke bread with those in need,

He didn't picket funerals, He planted love's true seed.


(Chorus)

Oh Westboro, come back to the light,

Lay down your stones, embrace the night no more.

The Bible calls for mercy, not the fight,

Return to love, to grace forevermore.

Hear the whisper of the gentle dove,

Turn from the storm, to heavens above.


(Musical interlude with soaring electric guitar solo and piano duet)


(Bridge)

We see the pain that binds you, the fear that fuels the flame,

But chains can break in kindness, in calling out His name.

No soul is lost forever, no heart beyond His reach,

Come home, dear wanderers, let compassion be your speech.


(Chorus - Building)

Oh Westboro, come back to the light,

Lay down your stones, embrace the night no more.

The Bible calls for mercy, not the fight,

Return to love, to grace forevermore.

Hear the whisper of the gentle dove,

Turn from the storm, to heavens above.


(Outro)

Westboro... come to the light...

The arms are open wide.




https://www.britannica.com/topic/Westboro-Baptist-Church


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