Holy Pretenders
(Rich Mullins)
Down in the bars
Talking politices
Everybody’s got the inside angle
You think you know so well
About how the world could be fixed
It’s just your own life’s problems that you can’t handle
And no can hear you crying
No one can see your pain
You keep it all inside
So it don’t interfere with the game
That you play with those...
Saints and sinners
And no one knows who’s who
Everybody’s got secrets to keep
Holy Pretenders
Trying to fill God’s shoes
And they haven’t got the right-sized feet
Up in the Churches
With the Bishops and all
Preachin’ in the name of Jesus
It’s just your own selfish interests
And the Garbage spiritual talk
Keeping your clientele prestigious
And no one can see you’re shaking
You’re too proud to let it out
Like God would ever forsake you
If you ever confessed your doubt
You’re one them...
Saints and sinners
And no one knows who’s who
Everybody’s got secrets to keep
Holy Pretenders
Been trying to fill God’s shoes
And they haven’t got the right-sized feet
I know I’m one of us too
I worked out my own game plan
I’m frozen with fear like you
Oh Lord, won’t you melt in the warm of Your hands us
Saints and sinners
With nothing but pain to lose
I’ve given up all the secrets we keep
All us Holy Pretenders
We could never fill Your shoes
Help Us though to follow in Your footsteps
Help Us though to follow in Your footsteps
©1981 richmullinsongs
