Isn't it rich, are we a pair?
Me with my feet on the ground,
Your head in the air
Dumbing it down
Isn't it Grace, by which we're approved?
Or is it the constant repentance
until you can't move
without falling down or
Dumbing it down
Just when I prayed you'd open your doors
And I started attending the church that is yours.
make my entreaty again for Christ's Lordship of all, only to
find left open skulls;
Nothing is there.
You must love farce
whose fault I can't say, but
He never gets what He wants
Without your okay, so
Omnipotence drowns
And Providence frowns
as you Dumb it Down
What a surprise that God predestined
you would think what you do
and forget about Him
Dumbing it down
You flit about
to build house and bridge
testaments to your compassion without
any mention of Him
In this week's church bulletin here
we've ditched the sermon for interpretive dance
and oh lookee here
There's going to be clowns
Next week there'll be clowns
Don't bother, they're here