I often wonder why
God choose to use his people
To give it the old college try
In getting his message across
We are his church
And over there's the steeple
You know it's got to hurt
To watch as we get lost

It's true that he foreknew
That we would be a problem
A crowd without a clue
Lost world filled with sheep
Here I am
Wondering all of this out loud
In the questioning
Of why on earth would God choose me

When he says go out
And kindly love your neighbor
Without a single doubt
A very noble thing to do
Not being as easy
As it may seem on the outside
Believe you me
It's harder than it looks

Being in our nature
To bite the hand that feeds you
I would like to wager
God is the perfect of cook
My best guess is
God knows what he is doing
Life is a risk
That's why we have the good book

Here's the facts and nothing but the facts
We don't know what we're doing
We'd rather sit back, relax
Instead of out there winning souls
We are his church
All underneath one steeple
If it doesn't hurt
We've yet to pay the cost