Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oh My God, artist - Jars Of Clay. Date of issue: 06.05.2010
Song language: English
Oh My God |
| 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 friends |
| 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 lighter |
| 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 thunder |
| 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 up |
| 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 |