How can you be of God?

When you look, when you dress,

when you smell just like the world

Do you see me as being bad,

a friend your children shouldnt have,

just one glance and you know what Im about



Its not the length of my hair, its not the clothes that I wear

But its the cross that I bear

Cause you know that I am



In the world not of it

Cause we gotta show the world He loves them

Even though we look the same were not the same



God where can I look for you?

What will it look like,

what will it be like when I gaze my eyes on you

Will I find You a hungry man, will I find You in a prison,

or will I find You in the office of a church?