There's a Middle-Class Jesus
I've seen around town
But He doesn't reach-out
To the poor and the down
He lives in the temples of steel and wood
He only hears prayers
Of the ones who are good
And He answers them faster;
The ones who can pay
He's a Middle-Class Jesus
What can I say?
There's a Middle-Class Jesus
Asleep on your pews
He rests in the buildings
Of the old and the few
He lives in the malls of the large and the proud
But not in your hearts
For crying out loud
He's bored of your rituals
And tired of your prayers
He's tired of your "Hired-Guns"
With the Donald Trump Hair
There's a Middle-Class Jesus
You know Him too well
And unless you repent
He will lead you to Hell
He isn't the One who died for your sins
He's the one who is made in the image of Men
Don't give me a "church" of steel and wood
Where men are paid
To tell you how to be good
Give me a church
Made of lives fully given
By men themselves, who are fully living
Who worship from lives, which are real and are broken
Who offer-up prayers which are more than a token
Give me a church that is made-up of men
Where sinners are loved in spite of their sin
Where hope is alive for all who will come
Where Christ is the help for lives undone
Give me a church
Found in the souls of the feeble
Where the hurting are helped
Without the aid of a steeple
Without carpet or pews or a church building;
They meet
But wherever they are
They're at the Savior's feet
