The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning - Showbread

It's Sunday morning and like sheep with no Shepherd

they're turning off alarm clocks and ironing ties

above reproach is where we'll be in the eyes of the lesser

as they see our family van on it's way to church,

on it's way to tithe fundamentally you'll find it at the heart of our religion

all the answers and the ways of faith

learn it hear and speak Jesus name

it's synonymous with this place

And then a committee regulates where the money goes

and the people gather

who will teach the children and bring the gospel?

the Bible doesn't matter

we've heard it all a before from sermons and Sunday school

never from his book or from his voice

the Bible is just a reference tool socially

it's all required rituals, rules and youth group trips

they walk us through what we believe

we never hear love from graceful lips

So bring a date and bring a friend and socialize before service begins

We're making up more as we go along

and the weight of the morals the righteous men carry

we can make up more rules or cut some of them out

it's really all quite arbitrary

We will not learn from he who offers his voice to us daily and gives us life

we can read about it in colorful brochures

and see when service starts that night

As long as we sit under this roof

we're earning our way to a perfect heaven

I'm sure the Lord said something similar among the things that were said

when he walked among us and healed the diseased

if he came to our new location

I'm sure he'd be pleased with all our modern accommodations,

new paint and electrical tools

while the heathens sit at home,

idly they waste away like fools

we sit complacent and stagnant

and pleased that the building we've made finally suits our needs

and now we can learn and grow in this place

not by his voice or seeking his face