You were loudly living On your final ninety pounds Crosslegged on the south porch With a bible in your hand And when I prayed for healing My father's words rang through the door Son I don't think Jesus is in business Of healing anymore
Well maybe he is occupied with other people's wars Or he's organized militia to fight the war on Christmas or maybe he's protecting our children from the gays Who have promised to destroy this utopia we've made
In His name In His name In His name
The early fathers writing To build a younger church up tall Saying faith without the action isn't anything at all I know perspective isn't static Between what I see and what you do But if you choose to stand by idly, then what does that make you?
Well I hear that you've been speaking through the man on the tv And you've helped the Dallas Mavericks with their field goal percentage So when my mother's doctor calls again with more bad news It's an honest heart's reaction - who, my God, have you been listening to?