The Sad Thing About Sunday Morning Lyrics - Showbread

It's Sunday morning and like sheep with no Shepherd 

they're turning off alarm clocks and ironing ties 

above reproach is where we'll be in the eyes of the lesser 

as they see our family van on it's way to church, 

on it's way to tithe fundamentally you'll find it at the heart of our religion 

all the answers and the ways of faith 

learn it hear and speak Jesus name 

it's synonymous with this place 

And then a committee regulates where the money goes 

and the people gather 

who will teach the children and bring the gospel? 

the Bible doesn't matter 

we've heard it all a before from sermons and Sunday school 

never from his book or from his voice 

the Bible is just a reference tool socially 

it's all required rituals, rules and youth group trips 

they walk us through what we believe 

we never hear love from graceful lips 

So bring a date and bring a friend and socialize before service begins 

We're making up more as we go along 

and the weight of the morals the righteous men carry 

we can make up more rules or cut some of them out 

it's really all quite arbitrary 

We will not learn from he who offers his voice to us daily and gives us life 

we can read about it in colorful brochures 

and see when service starts that night 

As long as we sit under this roof 

we're earning our way to a perfect heaven 

I'm sure the Lord said something similar among the things that were said 

when he walked among us and healed the diseased 

if he came to our new location 

I'm sure he'd be pleased with all our modern accommodations, 

new paint and electrical tools 

while the heathens sit at home, 

idly they waste away like fools 

we sit complacent and stagnant 

and pleased that the building we've made finally suits our needs 

and now we can learn and grow in this place 

not by his voice or seeking his face