Lyrics Letters to the Church - Larry Norman

Letters to the Church

Everytime I see you, you know I start to cry
I know what you’re doing, and that you’re living a lie
And Jesus is waiting outside your door
But you don’t love Him like before
And you don’t listen anymore
You speak of compassion, but you don’t really care
You can talk of heaven, but are you going there?
God’s trying to touch you but you’re out of reach
And you don’t practice what you preach
I know the shadows you seek;
I know the places you’re weak
You’ve run away, and you’re looking so much older
Won’t you please stop and pray, and your spirit’s getting colder
Let him take the weight off your shoulder
You seek after fortune, and you live for yourself
You stand in the spotlight and leave God on the shelf
You smile, you gesture, each hair is in place
But I can see behind your face
The sorrow you can’t erase