Dress down your pretty faith. Give me something real Leave out the thee and thou and speak to me now Speak to my pain and confusion Speak through my fears and my pride Speak to the part of me that knows I'm something deep down inside I know that I am not perfect, but compare me to most In a world of hurt and a world of anger I think I'm holding my own And I know that you said there is more to life And I know I am not satisfied But there are mornings I wake up and I'm just thankful to be alive I've known now, for quite a while, that I am not whole I've remembered the body and the mind But disected my soul Now something inside is awakening Like a dream I once had and forgot And it's something I'm scared of And something I don't want to stop And I woke up this morning and realized that Jesus is not a portait Where stained gla** windows or hymns or the tradition that surrounds us And I thought it would be hard to believe in But it's not hard at all To believe I've sinned and fallen short of the Glory of God And He's not asking me to change in my joy for martyrdom He's asking to take my place To stand in the gap that I have formed With His real, and His sweet, and His real amazing grace And it's not just a sign or a sacrament It's not just a metaphor for love The blood is real and it's not just a symbol of your faith So leave out the thee and thou and speak now