It's Sunday morning and like sheep with no Shepherd
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they're turning off alarm clocks and ironing ties
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above reproach is where we'll be in the eyes of the lesser
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as they see our family van on it's way to church,
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on it's way to tithe fundamentally you'll find it at the heart of our religion
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all the answers and the ways of faith
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learn it hear and speak Jesus name
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it's synonymous with this place
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And then a committee regulates where the money goes
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and the people gather
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who will teach the children and bring the gospel?
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the Bible doesn't matter
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we've heard it all a before from sermons and Sunday school
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never from his book or from his voice
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the Bible is just a reference tool socially
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it's all required rituals, rules and youth group trips
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they walk us through what we believe
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we never hear love from graceful lips
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So bring a date and bring a friend and socialize before service begins
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We're making up more as we go along
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and the weight of the morals the righteous men carry
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we can make up more rules or cut some of them out
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it's really all quite arbitrary
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We will not learn from he who offers his voice to us daily and gives us life
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we can read about it in colorful brochures
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and see when service starts that night
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As long as we sit under this roof
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we're earning our way to a perfect heaven
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I'm sure the Lord said something similar among the things that were said
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when he walked among us and healed the diseased
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if he came to our new location
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I'm sure he'd be pleased with all our modern accommodations,
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new paint and electrical tools
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while the heathens sit at home,
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idly they waste away like fools
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we sit complacent and stagnant
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and pleased that the building we've made finally suits our needs
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and now we can learn and grow in this place
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not by his voice or seeking his face
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The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning
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