Imperishable Inheritance

“If We Are The Body” by Cast­ing Crowns

It’s crowded in wor­ship today
As she slips in
Try­ing to fade into the faces
The girls’ teas­ing laugh­ter is car­ry­ing far­ther than they know
Far­ther than they know

But if we are the Body
Why aren’t His arms reach­ing
Why aren’t His hands heal­ing
Why aren’t His words teach­ing
And if we are the Body
Why aren't His feet going
Why is His love not showing them there is a way
There is a way

A trav­eler is far away from home
He sheds his coat
And qui­etly sinks into the back row
The weight of their judg­men­tal glances tells him that his chances
Are bet­ter out on the road

But if we are the Body
Why aren’t His arms reach­ing
Why aren’t His hands heal­ing
Why aren’t His words teach­ing
And if we are the Body
Why aren’t His feet going
Why is His love not show­ing them there is a way

Jesus paid much too high a price
For us to pick and choose who should come
And we are the Body of Christ

If we are the body
Why aren’t His arms reach­ing
Why aren’t His hands heal­ing
Why aren’t His words teach­ing
And if we are the body
Why aren’t His feet going
Why is His love not show­ing them there is a way

Jesus is the way