I could hear the church bells ringing
They pealed aloud your praise
The members' faces were smiling
With their hands outstretched to shake
It's true, they did not move me
My heart was cold and tired
Their perfect smiles annoyed me
I could not find you anywhere
Would someone please tell me the story
Of sinner ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
The devoted were wearing bracelets
To remind them why they came
Some concrete motivation
When the abstract could not do the same
But if all that's left is duty
I'm falling on my sword
At least then, I would not serve
An unseen, distant Lord
Would someone please tell me the story
Of sinner ransomed from the fall
I still have never seen you
And some days I don't love you at all
If this is only a test,
I hope that I'm passing
Cause I'm losing steam
But I still want to trust you
Peace, be still
Peace, be still
-Pedro the Lion
Thursday, April 20, 2006
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