The truth in every Christian song I wrote
Is a hacking at, an itching at,
The bottom of my throat
And it's true I got the medicine from you
But I know I got the sickness from you, too
You, and your bedroom altar
You, and your breakfast fire
Jesus gave his mother to his friend
Like an answer to the emptiness
You feel when Heaven ends
And I think you did the opposite for me
You tried to give me Jesus
Before I knew my need
You, and your Hillsong music
You, and your night table books
You, and your "If God's willing"
You, and your Jesus coming
You, and your study Bible
You are the Great Revival
I don't mind (I don't mind)
I don't mind (I don't mind)