Sometimes I cannot forgive and these days, mercy cuts so deep
If the world was how it should be, maybe I could get some sleep
While I lay, I dream we’re better, scales were gone and faces lighter
When we wake, we hate our brother, we still move to hurt each other

Sometimes I can close my eyes,
And all the fear that keeps me silent
Falls below my heavy breathing, What makes me so badly bent?

We all have a chance to murder, we all feel the need for wonder
We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the thunder
Sometimes when I lose my grip, I wonder what to make of heaven
All the times I thought to reach up, all the times I had to give
Babies underneath their beds, hospitals that cannot treat

All the wounds that money causes,
All the comforts of cathedrals
All the cries of thirsty children – this is our inheritance
All the rage of watching mothers – this is our greatest offense

Oh my God
Oh my God
Oh my God

Jars of Clay – Oh my God