Letras
Good ole Chris drives the same old Ford
Pours his coffee locks the door
Heads to work by 8:05
Same four walls just tryna survive
Puts his time in keeps his head down low
He don't raise no dust don't steal no show
He's got a tidy lawn and a Sunday shirt
Pays his tithes never acts a flirt
But deep inside there's a fire untold
Buried 'neath the good the safe the old
God's been knocking on his chest for years
But Chris won't face his deepest fears
Ohhh Chris don't you know don't you see?
This life you live it ain't just for you to be free
You've got a calling carved in heavenly stone
But you keep silent and walk alone
Ohhh Chris the world's waiting on your light
But you blend in and never fight
God's got a plan and He's still insistin'
But you ain't askin' and you ain't listenin'
He sings along to the radio blues
Talks weather and the evening news
But never stops to really pray
Just folds his hands and walks away
He's got a voice that could shake the ground
Got dreams he never speaks out loud
And hands that could heal words that could free
But he's too afraid of destiny
His mama told him he was made for more
His preacher said "Boy you're born for war!"
But comfort became his quiet chain
Now he's numb and won't explain
Ohhh Chris can't you feel the ache?
That thumping in your chest it's more than a heart that breaks
God lit a fire that you refuse to feed
But the world is starving and you hold the seed
Ohhh Chris stop hiding in the mist
You were born for purpose born for this
There's still time don't let it pass
'Cause a wasted life burns way too fast
He thinks being good is good enough
But God don't want safe He wants tough
He wants wild obedience sacred scars
Not just bills paid and gas in cars
He's not mad but He's not amused