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?