Idols on the television
Saying we are not responsible,
If our predictions don’t come true.
You just lack the faith to be blessed.
Could it be – we would rather deceive than pick up the Cross?
Preachers giving love to everyone,
Except for our own children,
And giving a bit too much
To our neighbor’s wives.
Could it be – we have forsaken our first love?
White washed tombs sitting in our seats
Agreeing with the sermon each Sunday
Things need to change, more life is what we need
So we put on a new coat of paint.
Could it be – we are not as our name applies?
Wearing faith as we would a new suit
Is like the emperor’s new clothes.
Fooling only the other people
Who pretend to be clothed.
Could it be – our tongues confess what we do not believe?
Could it be, just maybe, could it be,
That our lives would be better, just a bit,
If we asked God what He thought of our lives,
And let Him show us which road is best?
Could it be – we are meant to live a life of Faith and Charity!?
