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Mmm, yeah
Lord have mercy
Mmm
I've seen the gold plates passed around like holy debt
Sermons sound like sales pitch more than love and breath
They say redemption needs receipts, put your faith in a box
But Jesus walked with beggars, never charged for the cross
I'm tired of polished robes telling me how I should kneel
While they hide behind confessions that the public never heals
You can see the broken truth right there in their eyes
Front page headlines, "Preacher fell again tonight"
If God made man from dirt
He ain't afraid of my shame
He meets me where I break
Not where I look tame
So you can keep your stained glass, I'll take the open road
My salvation ain't a heavy debt that's bought or sold
Yeah, the Spirit's in the struggle and the truth runs slow
'Cause the Lord I love saves the sinner, not the show
No, not the show
They got a velvet rope around the altar these days
Checking pockets at the door 'fore you're allowed to pray
Well, I found more grace in a whiskey bar toast
Than a Sunday morning where they judge the most
I don't need a steeple to hear the angels sing
Just a rusty porch swing and the peace it brings
If God made man from dirt (Lord)
He ain't afraid of my shame (Oh-oh)
He meets me where I break (Whoa)
Not where I look tame
So you can keep your stained glass, I'll take the open road
My salvation ain't a heavy debt that's bought or sold
Yeah, the Spirit's in the struggle and the truth runs slow
'Cause the Lord I love saves the sinner, not the show
You can paint the walls in gold
You can buy the lies you're told
But a man can lose the world
Just trying to save his soul
So you can keep your stained glass, I'll take the open road
My salvation ain't a heavy debt that's bought or sold
Yeah, the Spirit's in the struggle and the truth runs slow
'Cause the Lord I love saves the sinner, not the show