The Sermon's Over

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Simone’s got a silver cross hanging by the door, Says she found a wounded soul worth saving once more. He quotes the Sunday sermon, keeps his sleeves rolled neat, Then leaves a trail of broken promises down every street. [Pre-Chorus] He calls himself a good man, says the Lord knows his heart, But a snake can learn to kneel and still know where to strike. [Chorus] Oh, Simone, you think you found a man like Jesus, But a halo’s just a circle till the truth comes through. He’ll make a saint of every story where he’s the one who’s bleeding, Then turn his little boy against the mother who came through. You can’t raise a grown man from the wreckage that he chooses— Oh, Simone, the sermon’s over; now the reckoning is due. [Verse 2] He tells that boy his mama’s wrong, says, “Son, you’ll understand,” While he shakes the child’s small world with a Bible in his hand. He wants applause for showing up, a medal for his tears, And Simone keeps calling it devotion as the warning signs appear. [Pre-Chorus] He knows just how to charm a room, how to wear a humble face, But grace is not a costume you can borrow for a day. [Chorus] Oh, Simone, you think you found a man like Jesus, But a halo’s just a circle till the truth comes through. He’ll make a saint of every story where he’s the one who’s bleeding, Then turn his little boy against the mother who came through. You can’t raise a grown man from the wreckage that he chooses— Oh, Simone, the sermon’s over; now the reckoning is due. [Bridge] Age doesn’t make you foolish, and desire isn’t shame, But don’t mistake a practiced prayer for goodness in a man. When the boy grows up and asks who kept the truth in view, He’ll know who loved him steady—and who tried to make him choose. [Final Chorus] Oh, Simone, you thought you found a man like Jesus, But the Sunday suit came off and the real face showed through. He made a saint of every story where he’s the one who’s bleeding, Tried to turn a child against the mother who came through. You can’t raise a grown man from the wreckage that he chooses— Oh, Simone, the sermon’s over; now the reckoning is due. [Outro] The cross still hangs beside the door. The boy knows what it’s for.