Come To Jesus

Father’s gone to toy with light

He’s trying to fry the globe

But someone somewhere needs me

I heard the words you spoke

Though your lips were closed

Saw fire in your eyes

You are brave, you know

To come to me in your anguish

I’ve shown you where to go

Cleared the road, even paved it

So tell me why you don’t

I’ve been quite the host

For so damn long

Your come-to-Jesus moments are running out

It’s no easier to be patient

When you’re the son of God

Father slid back down

Down his ladder to a lower cloud

Bellowed, “How’d it go?

Did he wanna be righteous?”

I cried, “Father, no

Though he left with my forgiveness.”

He said, “Son, it’s your call

But I say fuck ’em all.”

Their come-to-Jesus moments are running out

What’s the reason?

The reason you turn to me?

The reason I redeem you?

Your come-to-Jesus moments are running out