I blame my sin and on I ain't no same.
I bit my tongue said that it ain't my place.
And I've kept Jesus in the backseat.
But I can't any longer after what we all saw last week.
I can't help but wonder what if churches had a longer line outside
Than all them bars on Friday nights.
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the back of them
streets and gold up their bee pie?
This old world would look a lot better than we found it.
If we make heaven crowded.
What would the headlines and TV man say?
If we didn't give them no bad news to bring.
We all quit throwing punches and held out a helping hand.
That devil couldn't touch us.
No,
he wouldn't stand a chance if all them
churches had a longer line outside.
Than all them bars on Friday nights.
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the back of them
streets and gold up their bee pie?
This old world would look a lot better than we found it.
If we make heaven crowded.
What
if we all talk to Jesus like a friend?
Talk to our friends about him and
didn't stop till we got everybody in.
What if churches had a longer line outside
than all them bars on Friday nights?
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the back of them
streets and gold up their bee pie?
You and me could be the reason that somebody found it.
If we make heaven crowded.
If we make heaven crowded.