(v1) I used to think that I, didn’t have
to try I could silently observe, privately preserve my Faith inside my
mind, separate from my life I was dead while still alive, and I didn’t
even mind...
(ch1) Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday It is more than just a book upon your shelf Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday
(v2) I used to think that I, could “speak” them to the truth Convince them with my words, always have the proof that My story was correct-- how could they refuse? I’d memorized the lines and they only had to choose...
(ch2) Faith is not something, you share on Monday Convincing others of the truth with clever words Faith is not something, you share on Monday
(v3) I used to think that I, had given my whole life Committed to the Truth, completely surrendered, I gave my all to do the best, felt guilty when I rested Had no time to spend with you, there was just too much to do...
(ch3) Faith is not something, you can prove everyday By crossing tasks off of a list, feeling accomplished Faith is not something, you can prove everyday
(bridge) It’s sitting at His feet, the One who made the heavens Filling up your heart, with His love and His Spirit Pouring out your life for the sake of His creation This is what He wants, this is what He wants Sitting at His feet, the one who formed the nations Filling up your mind, with His Truth and His Spirit Pouring out your life with the heart of a servant This is what He wants, this is what He wants...
(end) Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday.
(ch1) Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday It is more than just a book upon your shelf Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday
(v2) I used to think that I, could “speak” them to the truth Convince them with my words, always have the proof that My story was correct-- how could they refuse? I’d memorized the lines and they only had to choose...
(ch2) Faith is not something, you share on Monday Convincing others of the truth with clever words Faith is not something, you share on Monday
(v3) I used to think that I, had given my whole life Committed to the Truth, completely surrendered, I gave my all to do the best, felt guilty when I rested Had no time to spend with you, there was just too much to do...
(ch3) Faith is not something, you can prove everyday By crossing tasks off of a list, feeling accomplished Faith is not something, you can prove everyday
(bridge) It’s sitting at His feet, the One who made the heavens Filling up your heart, with His love and His Spirit Pouring out your life for the sake of His creation This is what He wants, this is what He wants Sitting at His feet, the one who formed the nations Filling up your mind, with His Truth and His Spirit Pouring out your life with the heart of a servant This is what He wants, this is what He wants...
(end) Faith is not something, you wear on Sunday.
