If I Were More Like Jesus (Acoustic Version)

If I were more like Jesus

I'd get down on my knees to pray

But I'm not

My daughter sits upon uncertain shoulders

I guess fate is sticking to its guns

And you stood out on the front porch shouting

"There's a soul in everything

There's a reason for all that has occurred"

But I am not behind the door

I don't live there anymore

Unmitigated fever

The doctor said he just don't know

Why I've come

Hallucinations and courageous stands

But sooner or later, boy, you know you're going under

Was that a shot fired in the distance?

Was that a knock?

Were those mumbled words yours?

How can I be sure

When I am not behind the door?

I don't live there anymore

And I'm climbing this ladder

My head in the clouds

And I hope that it matters

I'm having my doubts

If I were more like Jesus

I'd get down on my knees to pray

But I'm not