Mississippi Mass Choir - A City Built Foursquare Lyrics

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The Mississippi Mass Choir - A City Built Four Square

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My boots are still caked in the kind of dirt that doesn't wash off easy. I spent a long time out there, running from the only thing that actually mattered, trying to find a home in places that only offered dead ends and empty bottles. You look at me, and you might see someone who’s had it too rough, someone who smells like the fire I barely crawled out of. But then I hear the Mississippi Mass Choir singing about this "city built foursquare," and it hits me different.

It’s that line—"I’ve got a standing invitation."

I keep coming back to that. When you’ve spent your life burning bridges, you aren't used to invitations. Usually, I'm the one standing on the porch looking in, waiting for the door to be slammed shut. I’m used to earning my keep, paying for my mistakes, or just waiting to be told to leave. But this? This is an invitation that doesn’t ask for my resume. It doesn't look at my past. It just says I have a seat at the table because the Father decided I’m His. It makes my skin prickle, honestly. It’s too much grace for someone like me to hold onto without dropping it.

Then they start the vamp: "Wait 'til I get there."

Most of the time, I’m just trying to survive until Tuesday. I’m living in the middle of the mess, still trying to shake the shame off my jacket. But hearing them belt that out? It makes me lift my head up, just for a second. It’s like Revelation 21, that picture of the city coming down out of heaven—the place where the tears finally stop. The "city foursquare" is perfection, the exact opposite of the jagged, broken life I’ve been leading.

Sometimes I worry I’m just taking up space. I look at the saints they talk about, and I don't feel like one of them. I feel like the guy who showed up to the banquet wearing the wrong clothes, the guy who still smells like the pig pen. But if that city is built for the children of the Lord, and if I’m really His, then maybe there’s a spot for the ones who had to take the long, hard road home.

It feels impossible. It feels like a lie sometimes. But then the music swells, and I think maybe the grace is bigger than my track record. Maybe I don’t have to get cleaned up before I start heading toward that coronation. I just have to keep moving toward Him, even if I’m limping, even if I’m dragging the weight of the world behind me. I’m not there yet. Far from it. But the invitation is still in my pocket, and for today, that’s enough to keep me walking.