Jesus Walks in the Street

Huh. Yeah. Hey, yeah. Ch-ch.

Huh. Let's get it up. They talked about God in their

Sunday clothes. Gold on the altar, heart still froze. But out on

the curb, I saw a kid sleep. Cold on the pavement,

pain running deep. Inside they prayed with elegant tone. While outside, the lonely prayed

alone. They told me to kneel and never ask. But faith ain't

blind. It questions the mask. Jesus walks. He's in the

street. Not in the throne or a velvet seat. Not in the