From The Inside Out (I Actually Didn’T Write This One) (Live At Sound Emporium)
Benjamin William Hastings
4:38Do You ever feel misunderstood When You look at what this thing's become? How does something that sides with the least Be the thing that excludes them the most? And I'm not tryna put words in Your mouth 'Cause I fear that's where we got it wrong But sometimes the Jesus I see Seems so far from the Jesus I know And just like these people I blame Have I made you something you're not? 'Cause I live off the good of Your name And in some ways I profit the Cross And I'm scared if you walked in this church You might flip all the tables and go So would that same Jesus love all my merch? Or is that just the Jesus I know? And I've tried with the best of my words To be true to who you really are But I wonder how far I've fell short Do you recognize yourself in my songs? 'Cause all that I want is the truth And I hope my theology's close But who could summarize infiniteness? To think I know only proves that I don't A mystery I'll never quite get That's the Jesus I know