Bag of bones

It takes a a bag of bones

To fill a body or a grave

And I guess I know now

I'm not the reason you'll be saved

And as God and I sat talking

The devil sat nearby

While we were conversating

About the meaning of life

And I said,"God there's just some things

I dont quite understand."

And he replied,"Sorry my dear child,

I'm not sure that you can.

You see you were made for me

And not the other way around,

And some of the answers that you seek

Are the ones that can't be found."

And I said, "God im not so sure that

Quiets all my fears,

You see these worries that I've carried,

Well I've carried them for years."

And the devil listening closely

Began to open his mouth,

As sweet lies so close to me

Began to pour right out.

"Child youre no son of God,

You were born in sin,

And now I've fooled you once

I'm sure I can fool you again.

You may not know it child,

But im your only friend,

God left you long ago,

His time is at its end."

It takes a bag of bones

To fill a body or a grave,

And I guess I know now

I'm not the reason you'll be saved.