Honor Songtext
von Poor Bishop Hooper

Is this all really
About how dirty
My hands are
You come with more questions
But the answers are set in
The stone of your hearts

Traps can be laid with
Dirty hands or eloquence
Death and life both in the tongue
So lay your hearts bare now
Tangled in your own snare now
With even more to come


Oh You honor me with your lips
But your hearts are far away
Self-serving gifts, vain worship
Teaching as God′s what's only man′s

Again is this really
About how dirty
My hands are
You heap up the struggle
Of your father and mother
Because You gave it all to God

I've seen and I've heard
You revoke my word
For the sake of your rules
Isaiah was right when he prophesied
About You

Oh You honor me with your lips
But your hearts are far away
Self-serving gifts, vain worship
Teaching as God′s what′s only man's