Trinkets by Sophie Keye Lyrics

Some like the God of a box of trinkets
Keep him all locked up so safe and warm
Pick him up dust him off on a Sunday morning
And put him back when the dawn arises

Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord

Others like the God of a checklist
A set of rules to follow so religiously
Helps us measure ourselves up against others
And we forget he requires mercy

Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord

Some talk to God like he’s a vending machine
Press his buttons then take what you want
Nevermind about loving your neighbours
As long as you get the right flavours
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord
Kumbaya, my Lord