Sal

I have a Bible that doesn't speak
A crucifix that doesn't save
A faith that got tired of the mountains

I have prayers without subject
And I have preached so many times
In the valley of dry bones

I have news without listeners
I have patients waiting for the miracle of the fishes but
I have a broken net

And the wine is vinegar
And the bread tastes like nothing

I have a salt that no longer salts
A church that doesn't go out
A light under the table
And a distracted virgin
The yeast in the fridge
My armor rusted
I have gold and I have silver
But the lame no longer dances

But the lame no longer dances

I have defeated victories
People in the temple out of tune
Missionaries locked in their homes

I have the offering in the bank
The expired promises
The manna is frozen, there's no warmth in the word

They're partying on the watchtower with the good Samaritan
They no longer suffer as brothers
They're Christians without courage

I have a salt that no longer salts
A church that doesn't go out
A light under the table
And a distracted virgin
The yeast in the fridge
My armor rusted
I have gold and I have silver
But the lame no longer dances

I have a salt that no longer salts
A church that doesn't go out
A light under the table
And a distracted virgin
The yeast in the fridge
My armor rusted
I have gold and I have silver
But the lame no longer dances

But the lame no longer dances
But the lame no longer dances
But the lame no longer dances