Why come to me for ten-fold
When you're not thankful for that one?
I could hand you every star in dusk's sky
But you'd still ask for the sun

You say with your lips "Lord, Thank You."
Yet your heart doesn't know my Name
You claim me as your Father
Yet my image you don't portray

You seek me when there is trouble
But on better days I'm invisible
You come honor me on Sunday
But Monday through Saturday your ways are trivial.

I give you a voice to praise ME
But you sing of things I abhor.
What a mockery it is
To hear you "thank" me at the awards.
(I'd like to give a shout out to the Lord, how would I be able to teach sex, drugs, and crime without Him?! He's sooo good!)

On the days you did not need me
Are the ones I wanted you most
To exalt me as your Father
To call me Host of Hosts

Those who truly worship me
Do so in spirit and in truth
Those who don't are unto me
Like an ice cube is to tooth

Don't bind my hands behind me
With the ropes of what you've done
Then come to me for ten-fold

When you're not thankful for that one!