Abraham

Is this how it feels when faith dies

Do you wipe up all the tears and just say one last goodbye

Oh, am I losing my innocence or just outgrowing childhood myths

Who knows

Oh, tell me who knows

Cause there's lots of churches here in Babylon

Where they spend their Sunday mornings tryna hear a word from God

But they drove out their priests and prophets

To build a public speaker's office

He claims Holy Spirit power

But at the top of the next hour the magic's gone

Oh, the magic's gone

And I forgot how it feels to resurrect

'Cause too many altar calls have called and tried to sell me that

But then I wake up Monday morning without a trace of glory

And they said that God was for me

But that don't seem like the story anymore

Some days I feel just like Abraham

When he left his old hometown

Headed west chasing promises

Hidden in barren clouds

Some days I can't help but wonder

Did he doubt that call

Cause there are days where I'm not sure

I ever heard it at all

At all

Some days I feel just like Daniel

When he was betrayed

Cause some days I'm bold as a lion

But other days, I'm just afraid

And some days I can't help but wonder

Did he doubt those prayers

Cause there are days where I'm not sure

That anyone listens or cares

(Ohh-oh)

Some days I feel just like Martha

By her brother's grave

Blaming you for breaking promises

Asking why you never came

Some days I can't help but wonder

Standing by your tomb

Did she remember ole Lazarus

Or did she give up on you

I want to be just like Abraham

A coward and a fraud

Who has no place to call his own

But he walks with God

I want to be just like Daniel

When they throw me in

I'll sit in darkness for the night

Knowing that I'm gonna see that light again

Oh, I want to be just like Martha

Sinking in her doubt

I want to hear your voice again

As the dead come running out

I want to sing like the angels

Clothed in righteousness

I want to hear your voice ring out

Oh God, I want to live again