Playing Church

Do you find yourself playing church More often these days than not Going through the motions Only shaking hands with God Working on your salvation With religious bolts and stripped out screws Saying I love you neighbor But leaving out the Golden Rule Climbing Jacob's ladder In your multi-colored worldly coat Holding tight to your possesions As you hate to let them go First in line on Sunday Dutifully religiously While every other day of the week You fail to bend the knee Your Bible always with you On the dash or in the back You hear Jesus loves you somewhere in there But you're not sure of where that's at You sing out loud in the crowd Sometimes even raise your hands But when they ask for volunteers You struggle with the yes I can You have a ton of secrets At home hidden in a box Letting them out when you're alone Because you don't dare keep it locked Afraid to give that one sin up Do you find yourself playing church More often these days than not Going through the motions Only shaking hands with God Woke up at 2:30 this morning with the first stanza in my head and couldn't go back to sleep till I finished it about an hour later...You think God's trying to tell me something?