Jill Plays Tricks, Jack Plays God

Blessed by a church
You molded with your hands.
They send you up that hill.
While you wait for change.
A clever distraction.
You lose your name,
And all it's worth.
But something does change.
We blame the ones we love.
A clever lie.
I'll keep running after You.
But I always seem to stumble over
What I've become.
So, I'll keep running after You.
There's something healing in the silence
When I'm alone with You.
His church is the body,
But where is the blood?
He's centering himself inside
Castles built with mud.
He's full of cheap, cheap grace.
As for faith,
He has none.
I'll keep running after You.
But I always seem to stumble over
What I've become.
So, I'll keep running after You.
There's something healing in the silence
When I'm alone with You.
Mon Dieu! It's a celebration!
'Cause I'm coming back to You.
Oh, I'm coming back.
I'm coming back.
I'm coming back to You.
I'll keep running after You.
But I always seem to stumble over
What I've become.
So, I'll keep running after You.
There's something healing in the silence
When I'm alone with You.
Cause in our faith we come together,
And make a change for the better.
I was living alone,
And I cannot tell you why.
But I found out,
I love You more.