Jesus, if You do this one thing for me, I won’t ask for anything else ever.
I can’t be a good reflection of You, God, dressed in last year’s fashion.
I need this job and its big salary so I can donate more money to the church.
We’re never going to wear God down with our fake promises, warped logic or clever excuses. God doesn’t deal. God blesses.
Hey, God, let me tell You ’bout
what I am gonna do.
I got the will, you got the clout,
and we can see this through.
I know your Son came to earth
as a humble white-robed teacher,
but it’s a different age, so let’s birth
a Ferrari-driving preacher.
I’ll spread your word from church to church
all across the wide lost nation,
but it would leave me in the lurch
to use public transportation.
On the highway I’ll spread Gospel power
at a hundred-fifty miles an hour.