I could hear the church bells ringing, they peeled aloud your praise.
The members faces were smiling with their hands outstretched to shake.
It's true they did not move me, my heart was hard and tired.
Their perfect fire annoyed me, I could not find You anywhere.

Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall.
I still have never seen You and somedays I don't love You at all.

The devoted were wearing bracelets to remind them why they came.
Some concrete motivation and the abstract could not do the same.
But if all that's left is duty, I'm falling on my sword.
Atleast then I would not serve an unseen distant Lord.

Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall.
I still have never seen You and somedays I don't love You at all.

If this is only a test, I hope that I'm passing 'cause I'm losing steam.
I still want to trust you.
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still.
Peace, be still.