Krazy Kyle Lapointe - My Father's Truth Lyrics

From the crowd a deafening silence roared
Defenestrating God from the house of the Lord
All for a boy of just twelve onstage
Out of tune, out of rhyme
In his first time deciding to play
Chim-chimney on Christmas Day
The church had a book room that smelt like a coffin
And I'd hardly call their refreshments 'poppin'
But there was something cool in being there
Surrounded by neighbours lost or losing all of their hair
But still holding tight to something true
It was the hymns you know that spoke to me
More than the godliness of them
The old smell of parchment made more sense
Than the words it held within
And oh the bells, the bells, those laughing bells
They shook me in my pew
Not for God's words but for my father's truth
Half the years I've spent now is all
Those angels gave me until they called
I was standing high upon the roof
When she took my hand and whispered,
"Forward, child, towards your muse
You best not fall blessed by your father's truth"
Half the years I've taken's all I had
When I finally had the talk with Dad
He told me he was an atheist
When it came to God, he could take or leave the lot of it
I wrestled with my father's truth
It was the hymns you know that spoke to me
More than the godliness of them
The old smell of parchment made more sense
Than the words it held within
And oh the bells, the bells, those thrashing bells
They shook me in my pew
Not for God's words but for my father's truth
I couldn't fathom how a man could fake conviction
I couldn't fathom how a man could mouth the words
To books he never read, to stories never learned
Little did I know one day that's all I'd do
Little did I know that's what we all do
Baptized before I could consent
I was bathed into the river
I was saved before I had done any wrong
It was a silence that roared when I finally listened for God
I'd dress up in my Sunday worst
My wrinkled American Eagle shirt
Walk my way to service on my own
And I'd listen real hard cause they refused to use a microphone
Searching every word for what was true
It was the hymns you know that spoke to me
More than the godliness of them
The old smell of parchment made more sense
Than the words it held within
And oh the bells, the bells, those yearning bells
They shook me in my pew
Not for God's words but for my father's truth