To Jesus

He talks that talk, though he doesn't read it
And he wants that walk, though he doesn't need it
Not like the liberty to ramble where he pleases
He's a lying shame to Jesus

She sings those songs with all her heart
Except the low parts, that's where she's faking it
Liars love the choir, no one sees us
Unless they're standing next to you, or they're Jesus

Let us pray
Lord, heal this body
Your bride is sick
It's the cancer
A most American of plagues
Cast aside the corrupted flesh and make her beautiful again
In your most holy name, she begs

He loves your soul with all his blood
He wants you whole
He wants you good
He won't say it, and I thought someone should
Friend, you're a lying shame to Jesus

Yes, you're a lying shame to Jesus



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Writer(s): William Stafford
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