My Perfect World

Oh I’m tired of
the ones who care too much
to care too much
Oh I’m weary of
the ones who wave their hands
in the air and just don’t care
Oh I’m fine in sickness by
the way love runs our lives
Lord is it true
that this is your church
or is it ours
Lord would you come to sing
at the church on the hill
with our airconditioning
Lord would you care to see
the steeple and all the people inside
Oh I’m tired of
hashtags for the third
world out there
Oh I’m weary of
the simpleness being lost
lost in the rush
Oh I’m fine in sickness by
the way we love our enemys
I’ve got more questions
than answers can fill
they won’t stop in this life
probably not the next
so I lay dreaming
about my perfect world
and in my perfect world
what would there be
who would be