Playing Church
Do you find yourself playing church
More often these days than not
Going through the motions
Only shaking hands with God
Working on your salvation
With religious bolts and stripped out screws
Saying I love you neighbor
But leaving out the Golden Rule
Climbing Jacob's ladder
In your multi-colored worldly coat
Holding tight to your possesions
As you hate to let them go
First in line on Sunday
Dutifully religiously
While every other day of the week
You fail to bend the knee
Your Bible always with you
On the dash or in the back
You hear Jesus loves you somewhere in there
But you're not sure of where that's at
You sing out loud in the crowd
Sometimes even raise your hands
But when they ask for volunteers
You struggle with the yes I can
You have a ton of secrets
At home hidden in a box
Letting them out when you're alone
Because you don't dare keep it locked
Afraid to give that one sin up
Do you find yourself playing church
More often these days than not
Going through the motions
Only shaking hands with God
Woke up at 2:30 this morning with the first stanza in my head and couldn't go back to sleep till I finished it about an hour later...You think God's trying to tell me something?
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