Oh my, oh my, cries Sammy Saint
Whatever would God do?
If He had to fight His battles,
With just the likes of you!
Thank God, he says, for my church
The one where I belong
Not like those others down the street
They do it all so wrong!
Thank God, he says, for Pastor Fred
Oh, what a Godly saint
He graduated you-know-where
He's right where others ain't!
And look at all our buildings
Cries Sam in prideful tone
We've built a kingdom here on earth
As few have ever known
A well-meaning guy is Sammy
That fact can't be denied
But Sammy's suffering badly
From a thing called spiritual pride
It's not Y O U R church, Sammy
And God is not impressed
That your four story edifice
Stands our o'er all the rest
You don't have all the answers
Wake up, and look around
The power of God is everywhere
You're not the only game in town
God's got saints on every street
Quiet, godly men,
Who've simply let God live His life
Wherever they have been
They're busy sharing Jesus
Showing men they care
They're praying for the likes of you
And you don't know they're there!
Sammy, fall down on your knees
Take your package oh, so neat
And lay yourself and all your pride
Back at the Master's feet
What could God do with this lost world
If Sammy and I and... you
Would humbly all begin to give
God all the praise He's due!
If we'd stop shouting look at us
Look at all we've done
And all together tell the world
Dear world, come meet God's Son!
Oh the power, oh the joy
Oh the Christ-filled days
Once we all discover—HE'S
The only one to praise!!!
via http://www.dtm.org/lessons/902b.htm
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