lord please shape us, cause we don't
feel like ourselves once we've grown
the things we think up, we own
and we feel bad but we reap just what we've sewn
and we're a filthy lot
but we're yours
and we all pray a lot
whenever we're unsure

i later met someone, who offered me their hand
and wore a pastors gown, and told me god was dead
we're green behind our eyes and blue when we're in bed
we're trying to remind ourselves of all that we forget
our faces lie more than any would admit
the more we give the more we expect to get
martyrs and prophets are alike in their attempts
they share in faith and they revel in contempt
so if you have the time
show us who we are
the smiles on our faces
are nothing like the start