Generic words so swiftly spoken.
Designed by pros to fix the broken.
Blindly spewing, like lines of a script,
Never knowing how my heart is ripped.
Taking sacred words, twisting into your own.
Amazing, how you think you've grown.
How wise you are! How I bow to your mind!
How I ignore your words, though well-meaning and kind.
Where is the truth? Where are the people
Who won't just repeat what's heard under every church steeple?
Who will read God's scripture for themselves?
Not just snatch and grab from it whatever sells.
Who will be my friend, and speak truthful words?
Who will tell me something I haven't already heard?
Words of truth and words of grace...
Remove the mask that gives you that generic Christian face!
Quit resting your faith in the words of man,
Rewarmed and removed so far from God's plan.
Your watered-down Bibles may be easy to read,
But they've yet to give me any words I should heed!
There's no real answer in the words that you say
You twist God's true will, so I stand back and pray,
God! I need a friend who can meet me here,
At this point in my life, whom I can call dear.
Someone who understands what I need,
Speak strong, truthful words; plant the right seeds.
Is such a one so hard to find?
Is everyone around me truly so blind?
Is it too much to ask? Am I crazy? Insane?
Is there no one in this world who might feel the same?
Will you be a truth speaker with me?