I drove to Galilee this morning.
|
White-knuckled in the pew,
|
I heard a good man preach a Gospel.
|
I shook his hand when he was through,
|
Though we marvel at the Maker through different colored window panes.
|
|
We love the same red letters,
|
both take the bread and wine.
|
But his truth is bold-print in the Scripture,
|
Mine's hidden in between the lines.
|
He sees a narrow path to Heaven. I see a river deep and wide.
|
|
There's east-west. It's anybody's guess
|
who's damned, who's blessed,
|
or more wicked than the rest.
|
Oh, the answers are a heart attack away.
|
|
I flew over Bethlehem this morning,
|
heavy heart upon the ground.
|
Jesus came to feed the hungry,
|
still people are starving all around.
|
Seems we never love a neighbor who we don't see eye-to-eye.
|
|
I keep looking up to Heaven,
|
afraid to fight the fire below,
|
singing "Glory, Hallelujah!"
|
while the hell around us grows,
|
always crying for a savior instead of being one myself.
|
|
There's north-south, with and there's without.
|
There's rich. There's poor.
|
One's peace, another's war.
|
So happiness remains a heart attack away.
|
|
The only truth I know anymore, the only truth I know,
|
the only truth I know anymore is there's no truth at all.
|
|
There's east, west. It's anybody's guess.
|
There's north and there's south. There's with and there's without.
|
Cross your chest, it's all a heart attack away. Hey, hey I
|
t's all a heart attack away.
|
Oh, it's all a heart attack.
|
|
-----------------
|
Heart Attack
|
| Corey Smith |
