The secret of the easy yoke   Pedro the lion      I could hear the church bells ringing   They peeled aloud your praise   The members’ faces were smiling   With their hands outstretched to shake      Its true they did not move me   My heart was hard and tired   The perfect fire anoint me   I could not find you any where      Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall   I still have never seen you   And some days I don’t love you at all      The devoted were wearing bracelets to remind them why they came   Some concrete motivation and the abstract could not do the same   But if all that’s left is duty    I’m falling on my sword   At least then I would not serve an unseen distant lord      Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall   I still have never seen you   And some days I don’t love you at all      If this is only a test I hope that I’m passing   'cause I’m losing esteem   But I still want to trust you      Peace, Be still   Peace, Be still   Peace, Be still   Peace, Be still