- Votes:
- Composers:
- Mason
- Stephen Daniel / Lowell
- Charlie / Haseltine
- Dan / Odmark
- Matt
 
- Genres:
- Acoustic
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- christian
- christian rock
- poetic
 
- See also:
Jars Of Clay - Oh My God lyrics
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
 Jars Of Clay - Oh My God - http://motolyrics.com/jars-of-clay/oh-my-god-lyrics.html
 Sometimes I can not forgive
 These days mercy cuts so deep
 If the world was how it should be
 Maybe I could get some sleep
 While I lay, I'd 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 have the need for wonder
 We still want to be reminded
 That the pain is worth the plunder
 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 them
 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















