And is it laughable the things I do
Can your callused minds see past yourselves to His devine
Can I sing about my maker
And have you not roll your eyes
Can I weep about my Savior
I know it don't make sense
To those who ride the fence
But I'm sold out to Christ
Only one thing's the same
Can I sing about my Maker
And have you not roll your eyes
Can I weep about my Savior
I know it don't make sense
To those who ride the fence
But I'm sold out to Christ
You're all asleep oh children
Can I sing about my Maker
And have you not roll your eyes
Can I weep about my Savior
I know it don't make sense
To those who ride the fence
But I'm sold out to Christ
Can I sing about my Maker
And have you not roll your eyes
Can I weep about my Savior
I know it don't make sense
To those who ride the fence
But I'm sold out to Christ