verse
You don't have to say you're sorry
Or redeem yourself to me, oh
I'm not asking for confessions
You don't even have to speak, no
chorus
Coz I can take anything that you can give
Forgiving everything that you did
My sermon, yeah, my sermon, yeah
My sermon, yeah, my sermon, yeah
verse
Oh, time to turn this wine to water, yeah
Time to turn this gold to lead, oh
Time to stop taking this for granted, oh
Gotta keep my family fed, for life
chorus
Coz I can take anything that you can give
Forgiving everything that you did
My sermon, yeah, my sermon, yeah
My sermon, yeah, my sermon, yeah
verse
I don't know nothing about the service the clergy do in the churches
I never read the book though I knew the pages were turning
I tried to sing the hymns but I couldn't think of the verses
Tried to confess my sins, but I didn't know how to word it
But this is my sermon firstly, I'm emotionally drained
Self-medicating hoping I can cope with the pain
I need a face coz that'll fix whatever's broke in my brain
Who am I kidding, no I'm going insane
I wrote some quotes on this page, just trying to reach you in a hope you were late
I'll probably just throw them away
Coz I don't know what to say
I feel weak but I'm supposed to be brave
I seem free but I'm enclosed in a cage
Though I continue to ponder over the plastic
And I ain't doing it better
Do I whimper from the future, and buckle under the pressure
I knew I stepped to the plate, and take the chance with my life
Come face to face with the darkness so I can stand in the light like
chorus
Coz I can take anything that you can give
Forgiving everything that you did
My sermon, yeah yeah yeah, my sermon, yeah yeah yeah
My sermon, yeah yeah yeah, my sermon, yeah yeah yeah
My sermon, yeah yeah yeah, my sermon, yeah yeah yeah
My sermon, yeah yeah yeah, my sermon, yeah yeah yeah
Writer(s): James Andrew Arthur, David James Harvey Gibson, Jean-yves G. Ducornet