Let's Go for a Walk

[Intro] Lets take a walk in the park [Verse 1] Where does Toledo go to pray? Not the parish or the pews, Church only making the news for Scandal Can’t handle being stuffed in a box all day Confessionals and cubicles no place to play We go to the park Tree bark rough on our hands as we walk- The trails, talking to squirrels I mean talking to God As long as we take out at least One air pod Long enough to listen [Verse 2] Listening to the wind in the trees Like falling to our knees in prayer Wildwood where we go To confess to the oaks Invoking a sacred feeling Bark peeling on the birches As we peel off layers of stress Walking loops our penance Wire grass like a wire brush Scrubbing our souls Even Jesus had his Sidecut That was divine Providence No Middle ground The son not Preserved Even as he sweat in a Botanical Garden To pardon the sins of man Man I love our metro parks [Verse 3] So much diversity So much to see Marshes and Prairies Creeks and lakes Make no mistake Its the crown jewel of our city Hard to pity the rustbelt with So many pockets of public parks to pick from Parks with personality like Pearson Only one way Swan Creek bridging the gap between Lack and leisure Open to all, no pay Freedom At Farnsworth along the river Finding flow state and an Elevated heart rate Not to mention a great place for a first date So much love So much love for the metro parks [Verse 4] Sacred spaces without walls Alter calls With dirt between our toes and Nobody really knows how many dreams Were conceived on the trails of the metro parks Maintained better than half the churches Volunteers serving with smiles All while The congregations on a nature walk Holding vigils for native species Picking up K-Nine feces With pleasure Metro parks a national treasure Together with the zoo Who needs you God [SHORT INTERLUDE] We got what we need Community and authority Our bishops have funny hats too Trading Pastor Pat for Ranger Rick And we haven’t gotten sick of it yet From Fallen Timbers to Glass City Enough for me To visit a different natural tabernacle Every Sunday [Pre-Bridge] The metro parks are great Make no mistake The church has a lot to learn From the flowers and ferns From the parks Closed after dark but offering more light sometimes [Bridge] But we’ve got it twisted Long before the parks ever existed Was a God in a garden Starting the first park with a song And along came man Trading His face for some fruit His truth for some trees Please The creation for the creator Why When the paths of the park only point back to the One The true prince of peace The real Hidden treasure Where the park gets its power Its beauty All it provides for you Comes from him He’ll meet you in the pew and the park At sunrise and after dark He is the true light The true vine who Wants to walk with you In the cool of the day Everyday He made you from the dirt on your favorite path He filled you with breath that blows through the trees He delights that you connect with him When the breeze hits your skin But remember which son is shining on your face [INTERLUDE] [Outro] Lets take a walk in the park Hand in hand embarking On an eternal journey With the one who is worthy Of it all