Pacing up and down
won’t get you somewhere,
All of God’s
children take their problems to the same place,
But you want to be
a fool,
Why do you want to
be the stray?
Why are you acting
like you don’t know the Savior?
Don’t you
recognize the fire within me?
You better act
like you know the “Lord’s Chosen”
Plant a seed and
I’ll plead with the Lord for your righteousness.
These are the
times of the end,
You should be
scared,
For the world
today has gone rotten,
Would you like to
be destroyed by it?
Or would you
prefer watching how others get destroyed with it?
On judgment day
from your big screen,
In your mansion
rent free,
Located in the leafy
suburbs on golden streets,
How about you pay
a small fee,
I’ll confirm if
your name is on St. Paul’s list.
Whatsoever you do
to the least of your brothers,
That you do unto
me,
Each and every one
around you is a brother,
Even your preacher
man,
A good job,
A good spouse,
You’re in good
health,
I say some good
things about you when I pray,
Surely the Lord
would be pleased,
If you tipped your
“holy” brother,
When the offertory
basket comes round next Sunday.
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