Piety of Thieves

Piety of Thieves (6:53)
You disregard what you hear Sunday mornings.
You purify your conscience in the yearning tears of God.
You use your tithes to amortize salvation,
Equating wealth and power with the keeper of the keys.
And I cannot believe in the piety of thieves.
You crown yourselves as chosen but never give your heart.

When will we learn redemption’s not a steeple filled with gold.
Heaven’s found in the way we love and touch each other’s souls, Touch each other’s souls.

Eclipsed by the addiction of possessions,
You waste your hours in worry, the way you will be seen.
And there’s nothing on your plate to feed your soul,
Satiate your spirit, or slake the thirst of greed,
Yet you try to fill the void with your silver Judas coins,
Pledge your heart in worship and then forget his name

When will we learn redemption’s not a steeple filled with gold.
Heaven’s found in the way we love and touch each other’s souls, Touch each other’s souls.