What was that about loving my friends and loving my enemies too?
What was that about giving to the poor and judging others kindly?
What was that about forgiving the guy who’s only ever hurt me?
Something you said got buried deep in my shallow heart

I never quite got it through my head
That what I do has to back up what I say
My faith is in the grave

It’s not what you believe that counts
But only what you believe enough to do
My mouth is an empty gun
Let us speak with truth and action

Would you lay down your life for your brother?
Would you sell what you own and give it all away?
Do you try to live out what you learn
Or do you just pick and choose what you want to ignore?

Let the trees without fruit be cut to the ground

My faith is in the grave