I remember when I first came to the churches
A womblike world where people thought the same
I was caught up in the joy of newfound faith
But somewhere I began to see a game

I noticed through the corner of my eyes
People failing
Falling through the cracks
In our sidewalk of perfection
Torn by judgmental people and cast adrift
How can we raise the price of something
How can we raise the price of something
That He's given as a gift
That He's given as a gift

Whenever rules are added to our freedom
Someone, somewhere always crashes in
At the cost of those who do not fit the program
And are told that God rejects them for their sin

But we don't gain the Kingdom
Because we've earned it
We are all just like the woman at the well
Who cried, come and meet the Man
Who knows everything about me
If someone tries to make it more
If someone tries to make it more
They've got something to sell
They've got something to sell
Why did Jesus laugh with all the sinners?
Why did hurting people flock to hear Him?
What is it that offends the proud
But draws the broken?
What finally moved the religious ones to kill Him?