Letters To The Church

<p>Everytime I see you, you know I start to cry<br/>I know what you&#x27;re doing, and that you&#x27;re living a lie<br/>And Jesus is waiting outside your door<br/>But you don&#x27;t love Him like before<br/>And you don&#x27;t listen anymore<br/><br/>You speak of compassion, but you don&#x27;t really care<br/>You can talk of heaven, but are you going there?<br/>God&#x27;s trying to touch you but you&#x27;re out of reach<br/>And you don&#x27;t practice what you preach<br/><br/>I know the shadows you seek;<br/>I know the places you&#x27;re weak<br/>You&#x27;ve run away, and you&#x27;re looking so much older<br/>Won&#x27;t you please stop and pray, and your spirit&#x27;s getting colder<br/>Let him take the weight off your shoulder<br/>You seek after fortune, and you live for yourself<br/>You stand in the spotlight and leave God on the shelf<br/>You smile, you gesture, each hair is in place<br/>But I can see behind your face<br/>The sorrow you can&#x27;t erase