Oh Sunday morning Christians..
you are the first to fill the pew
But what do you do after its over..
oh tell me what do you do?
The other day I was with a Jesus follower...
who mocked and mocked another
I wondered inside of my heart..
is this the love we should show each other
Than I walked beside a Sunday preacher
who had a bible inside his hand
He was condemning a homosexual
as if he was a vile and most miserable man
Oh Sunday morning Christians..
you are the first to fill the pew
But what do you do after its over..
oh tell me what do you do?
Somehow, I feel, you think you're so special
not a sinner like all the rest
You wouldn't ever think of keeping company
with some of the most un-blessed..
Yet you will quote them all your scriptures
and you'll tell us we must be saved
While scowling at the faceless homeless
and shaming the poorly shaved..
Oh Sunday morning Christians..
you are the first to fill the pew
But what do you do after its over..
oh tell me what do you do?
The motto of loving like Jesus ..
is so grand and truly fine
But what about the countless others,
who never make it into your line?
What if each Sunday you'd choose some someone
to love and really embrace
Someone who has no real somebody
and who everyone thinks is a waste of space..
Oh Sunday morning Christians..
you are the first to fill the pew
But what do you do after its over..
oh tell me what do you do?
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