What would it be like (If they could really see into your life) Take away the organ (Take away the mic) take all the things that make you important (Take away the pews) Take away the views and the likes Not to be rude, but Would you even be somebody we’d like listen , envision this mission there are missionaries missing in action they’ve lost their passion for the lost Boss what’s the cost of this casualty cats calling themselves Christians casually actually sinners building attenders in fancy clothing posing as members of the Church while the broken and battered are being scattered and hurt worse than when they first came cats with walking canes are still lame nothing changed (but dollars) beasts disguised as priests with backwards collars fleecing the followers pretending to be lending, but they really are borrowers, better yet beggars, predators and bootleggers of the promise polished tricks and the politics of the prosperity gospel and yet the hospitals are hostile with hostages because the truth is in the proof, only healthcare is prosperous What would it be like (If they could really see into your life) Take away the organ (Take away the mic) take all the things that make you important (Take away the pews) Take away the views and the likes Not to be rude, but Would you even be somebody we’d like it’s now obvious to the dancing dancer with cancer that the answer wasn’t in the shout or in the route that often led to the offering table so often we’re off in a fable labeled as truth but is usually a lie we just want something to help us get by and cope with tomorrow so, we drown our sorrow with hype and justify all our wrong by calling it right like it might just make us righteous nah, that might be why Jesus don’t like us (until we become like him) and enlighten them in the darkness with His compassion compassing every fault that would halt our every need He exceeds our so-called good deeds indeed, with his charity unsparingly that’s how bad he wants to marry me and carry me and my soul across the threshold of eternity but this infirmity internally yearns to be fed and wants stones to be turned into bread with that being said my man (do you understand) how man has become the living dead What would it be like (If they could really see into your life) Take away the organ (Take away the mic) take all the things that make you important (Take away the pews) Take away the views and the likes Not to be rude, but Would you even be somebody we’d like Church people consumed with the tombs of their cathedrals make more room, build more steeples but yet the people are in ruins are feeble and contaminated by evil here’s the sequel of the false doctrine that many are locked in Jesus the Christ, is NEVER revealed the sick and shut-in, are NEVER healed those that hunger and thirst only get worse and are NEVER with filled living water continual chaos and confusion, NEVER order those starving are NEVER fed, and no one is ever led to do what God actually said because most will never proceed to read and believe what was read in its entirety now look at your neighbor repeat after me The Bible was not written to inspire me (the Bibe was not written to inspire me) It’s the decree of the Messiah’s desire to hire me as His servant, and it’s only by His love and the shedding of his blood that has made me deserving, nothing we have done ourselves that’s why without Him, we can ONLY lead men to hell What would it be like (If they could really see into your life) Take away the organ (Take away the mic) take all the things that make you important (Take away the pews) Take away the views and the likes Not to be rude, but Would you even be somebody we’d like lyrics: Joe Moore
