Get Out of the Church (A song about the hirelings) Verse 1 Spring of twenty-twenty, they chained up the door, Said, “Jesus can wait till the panic is o’er.” Bars found a loophole, the warehouses ran, But the sheep got a livestream and a government plan. Some men kept preaching with the Bible in hand. Some hid in the office and called it a stand. Chorus Bring up the hirelings who closed down the church. Don’t let it slide, don’t bury the hurt. A hireling runs when the pressure gets hot— He loves his position, not the blood-bought flock. If they shut the Lord’s house and told saints to disperse, Then say it out loud: get out of the church. Verse 2 “Not forsaking the assembling,” the letter still said, But they treated that verse like it dropped over dead. They feared the decree more than fearing the Lord, Then asked for the tithe while they padlocked the door. Not every preacher failed—some opened and paid. The rest kept the title and the flock that they betrayed. Chorus Bring up the hirelings who closed down the church. Don’t let it slide, don’t bury the hurt. A hireling runs when the pressure gets hot— He loves his position, not the blood-bought flock. If they shut the Lord’s house and told saints to disperse, Then say it out loud: get out of the church. Bridge This is not a call to raise a fist. This is a call to raise a standard. Vote them off the board. Stop calling fear “wisdom.” Stop calling compliance “love.” The Good Shepherd lays down His life. The hireling lays down the keys and tells you to go home. Final Chorus Bring up the hirelings—every last name in the light. The ones who chose Caesar when the saints needed Christ. Clean out the pulpit, put truth in its place. Give us shepherds who open and stand on His grace. If they locked what He bought with His blood and His hurt— Demand it tonight: get out of the church. Tag Not with violence. With the Word, with the vote, with the door left wide. Jesus is Head of the church. Not the hireling. Not the state.
