40 Days Without Purpose
by Only Three Words

I fall to my knees and I confess

Father, I love you, but your followers make me sick
The black eyes of preachers too similar to salesmen
A revolution polished and easy to digest
Blood blessed and consecrated to gold

Play the chords to stir within me what you wish
I cry the name of Jesus as I fall and weep
Tears of sorrow for my God nailed to a tree?
Or merely tears of nothing for a song so bittersweet?

Sing the same songs over and over and tell me your faith is fresh
Relive these nights until they become habit and tell me your faith is fresh

I'm tired of singing the praises of men hidden behind the name of Christ
My faith is based on one Book and one Author
My faith is based on two words - His sacrifice