That boy had the highest of expectations
And he heard that Jesus would fill him up
Maybe something got lost in the language
If this was full then why bother?
This was not the way it looked on the billboard
Smiling family beaming down on the interstate
You know that we all try to blame someone
When our dreams won’t rise up from their sleep
And the reaching of the steeple felt like one more
Expensive ad for something cheap
This was not the way it looked on the billboard
Smiling family beaming down on the interstate
Dressed up nice for the congregation
Scared somebody's gonna find him out
The din and the clatter of the hallelujahs
Stained glass Jesuses
This was not the way it looked on the billboard
Smiling family beaming down on the interstate
-Caedmon's Call
1 comment:
These lyrics provide an interesting counterpoint to my earlier posts on signs. Do we market Jesus as a quick fix? It's like that joke about the lady who keeps coming forward for altar calls, saying "Fill me up, Jesus, fill me up" until finally someone in the congregation yells out "Jesus, don't do it &ndash she leaks!" Do I leak? Or is my heart so full of other stuff, there isn't really room for Jesus? It's probably just a flawed metaphor. But I don't really think our hearts are ever truly full and at rest this side of Heaven.
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