[Intro - Cold Arpeggio, Single Voice]
They built a stage
They built a throne
One man speaks
The rest sit alone

[Verse 1]
They took the word ekklesia
And buried it in stone
They swapped the body for a building
And called the building home

One man behind the pulpit
The rest behind the pew
A hundred open mouths to feed
And nothing they can do

They ball-hogged all the glory
They gated all the gifts
They turned a living, breathing body
Into audiences and shifts

[Pre-Chorus]
But Paul said something different
And nobody wants to hear

[Chorus]
Every one of you
Has a psalm to bring
Every one of you
Has a song to sing

Every one of you
Has a word, a prayer
Every one of you
Was supposed to be there

Not an audience
Not a crowd
Every one of you
Was meant to speak out loud

[Verse 2]
They gave themselves the titles
That Christ said not to claim
They called each other Reverend
And built careers on His name

Peter called himself an elder
Among the other men
He didn't lord it over them
He walked beside, not then

The early church met in a room
Broke bread and shared a cup
No budget and no building fund
No climbing further up

[Pre-Chorus]
But the institution swallowed it
And nobody fought it back

[Chorus]
Every one of you
Has a psalm to bring
Every one of you
Has a song to sing

Every one of you
Has a word, a prayer
Every one of you
Was supposed to be there

Not an audience
Not a crowd
Every one of you
Was meant to speak out loud

[Bridge - Builds, Synths Swell]
The woman with the tender heart
Who holds the broken one
She's not restricted, she's essential
When the body starts to run

The man who sees the pattern
The brother with the grief
The sister with the quiet word
That brings the room relief

No stage required
No steeple, no degree
Just two or three
And where they are
Is where He said He'd be

[Final Chorus - Wide, Full]
Every one of you
Has a gift to share
Every one of you
Is the church right there

Not a building
Not a brand
Every one of you
Is the body of this man

Not a program
Not a show
Every one of you
Is how the gospel's meant to grow

[Outro - Fading to Whisper]
Where two or three are gathered
That's the whole design
No pulpit and no program
Just His people
And the wine