Dress down your pretty faith
Give me something real
Leave out the thee and thou
And speak to me now
Speak to my pain and confusion
Speak through my fears and my pride
Speak to the part of me that knows
I'm something deep down inside
I know that I am not perfect
But compare me to most
In a world of hurt and a world of anger
I think, I'm holding my own
And I know that you said, there is more to life
And I know, I am not satisfied
But there are mornings I wake up
And I'm just thankful to be alive
I've known now, for quite a while
That I am not whole
I've remembered the body and the mind
But dissected my soul
Now something inside is awakening
Like a dream, I once had and forgot
And it's something I'm scared of
And something I don't want to stop
And I woke up this morning
And realized that Jesus is not a portrait
Where stained glass windows or hymns
Or the tradition that surrounds us
And I thought it would be hard to believe in
But it's not hard at all
To believe I've sinned
And fallen short of the Glory of God
And He's not asking me to change in my joy for martyrdom
He's asking to take my place
To stand in the gap that I have formed
With His real and His sweet and His real amazing grace
And it's not just a sign or a sacrament
It's not just a metaphor for love
The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of your faith
So leave out the thee and thou and speak now
