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High Valley

Plastic Jesus

 

Plastic Jesus

(Album: High Valley - 2010)


Bouncing on the dashboard
Bopping to the beat
To every bump in the road
Every hole in the street
Bought him at the Walmart
Got 'em on sale
The last one sitting on the dusty shelf
It's just a tiny figurine...
But are we missing what it means...

We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son...
If we only wanna hear him
When His word will please us
Then we might as well be praying to a
Plastic Jesus

Ol' Miss Jackson
At the end of the block
She built her life
Upon that rock
Everyday of the week
She walks that walk
And when she goes to speak
The spirit talks
It do us some good to heed that warning
It ain't just about Sunday morning

We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son...
If we only wanna hear Him
When His word will please us
Then we might as well be praying to a
Plastic Jesus

Lord, knows we'd be better off
If we could just surrender all...

We got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son....

Got crosses on our necks
And Bibles in hand
When the sun comes up
We make our own plans
Pull Him out when we need Him
Put Him back when we're done
That ain't no way to treat God's only Son....
If we only wanna hear Him
When His word will please us
Then we might as well be praying to a
Plastic Jesus

I need You Jesus

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