The Gospel of Comfort

I don’t want to hear it, not another single word

I'm sick of your “gospel” of comfort, dressed up in your opinions

You know all the words to make me feel alright

Tell me if I give you more money, I’ll have a better life

But you just walk away when the truth is in your face

‘Cause you won’t pay the price if it means a different life

Give me my gospel of comfort

You open up your book and turn another page

First Opinions 3:10, “you’re gonna earn a better wage”

All the while the poor man cries, right outside your door

If he just had more faith - like you - he wouldn’t be there anymore

But you just walk away when the truth is in your face

‘Cause you won’t pay the price if it means a different life

You hang your dreams on faiths that are built on need

Why should you pay the price when it means a simpler life?

Give me my gospel of comfort

So I’ll pay my ten percent, but not one penny more

Stand in line at the machine, put my quarters in, press “A4”

Then I’ll sit and wait for my goodies, to drop down from the sky:

A better car, a bigger house, and maybe even a younger wife

But then I’ll shake my fist when it doesn’t go my way

After all, you said it’d be mine… all I had to do was pay

Give me my gospel of comfort