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Oh My God - Jars Of Clay
Oh my God look around this place
Your fingers reach around the bone
You set the break and set the tone
Flights of grace and future falls
In present pain
All fools say "Oh my God"
Oh my God Why are we so afraid
We make it worse when we don't bleed
There is no cure for our disease
Turn a phrase and rise again
Or fake your death and only
Tell your closest friend
Oh my God
Oh my God can I complain
You take away my firm belief
And graft my soul upon your grief
Weddings boats and alibis
All drift away and a mother cries
Liars and fools; sons and failures
Thieves will always say
Lost and found; ailing wanderers
Healers always say
Whores and angels; men with problems
Leavers always say
Broken hearted; separated
Orphans always say
War creators; racial haters
Preachers always say
Distant fathers; fallen warriors
Givers always say
Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
Users always say
Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
Saviors always say
Sometimes I cannot forgive
And these days mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be maybe I
Could get some sleep
While I lay I dream we're better
Scales were gone and faces light
When we wake we hate our brother
We still move to hurt each other
Sometimes I can close my eyes
And all the fear that keeps me
Silent falls below my heavy breathing
What makes me so badly bent
We all have a chance to murder
We all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded
That the pain is worth the plunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip
I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up
All the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds
Hospitals that cannot treat
All the wounds that money causes
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children
This is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers
This is our greatest offense
Oh my God
Oh my God Oh my God