[Verse 1]
You wore your Sunday best, quoting,
“Love is patient, love is kind.”
But somewhere after “amen,”
You left those words behind.
“Honor Me with your lips…”
That’s how the Scripture goes.
But hearts can drift a thousand miles
While everybody knows.
Hands raised high in worship,
Eyes closed toward the sky.
I wondered if You heard him…
Or only heard the choir.
[Pre-Chorus]
You knew every chorus,
Every hymn by heart.
But somewhere between the pew and the parking lot…
You left yours behind.
[Chorus]
You treated love like currency,
A trade instead of trust.
Bodies came before the soul,
Connection gathered dust.
You could preach about redemption,
Then disappear into the night.
You knew how to chase desire…
You never learned to hold a life.
[Verse 2]
Late-night pictures, empty promises,
Attention dressed as flame.
Like every conversation asked,
“What can I get?” instead of your name.
You talked about forever,
But every touch felt leased.
Your body knew the language…
Your heart had checked its lease.
I brought a heart to the altar…
You brought a ledger instead.
Love became a business,
Not a covenant we kept.
[Bridge]
You can’t kneel your way around it.
You can’t hymn your way back clean.
Grace was never meant to cover
The sins you choose to keep.
You can’t confess on Sunday
Then bargain love all week.
Faith is more than folded hands…
It’s who you are between the pews and the streets.
[Final Chorus]
You treated love like currency,
A transaction dressed as fate.
You wanted all the closeness…
Without the weight.
Faith isn’t a photograph.
It isn’t words you quote.
It’s who you become
When nobody’s taking notes.
[Outro]
You knew every chapter…
I was waiting
For you to live one.
