Oh my God, look around this place.
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone.
Flights of grace, and future falls.
In present pain
All fools say,
"Oh my God"
Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
We make it worse when we don't bleed.
There is no cure for our disease.
Turn a phrase, and rise again,
Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend.
Oh my God.
Oh my God, can I complain?
You take away my firm belief
and graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings, boats and alibis
All drift away, and a mother cries
Liars and fools, sons and failures, thieves will always say
Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say
Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say
Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say
War creators, racial haters, preachers always say
Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say
Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say
Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, saviours always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
These days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be,
maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we're better,
Scales were gone and faces lighter
When we wake, we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
falls below my heavy breathing,
What makes me so badly bent?
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip,
I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children - this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers - this is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God
-"Oh My God" by Jars of Clay, from their album Good Monsters (hit the play button over to the right - I didn't like any of the YouTube links, so this is just the song)