Under pressure a preacher confesses his sins

He looks into his eyes and sees god

Is my god good ? Is my god kind ?

 

He walks to whatever end meets tomorrow   

And walks again until nothing’s left but sorrow

Show me your god maybe he’ll understand

 

Under pressure a preacher flees until he reaches god

To see him flee this time from his sight

Will your god stay ? Why is mine gone ?

 

Under pressure a preacher never looses faith

This time he looks for god to find him again

Just in his heart waiting for him