I
don't care how many buses you own, or the size of your sanctuary.
It doesn't matter how steep your steeple is, if it's sitting on a cemetery.
I don't care if you pave your parking lot, or put pads upon your pews.
What good is a picture-perfect stage if you're missing all the cues?
I don't care if your pastor is super-powered, and your program's always
new.
What you need is love and truth, and men are gonna come to you.
It doesn't matter that you know the Bible, if it's all just in your head.
The thing I need to ask you, is have you done the things I said?
Do you love your wife, for her and for your children?
Are you laying down your life?
What about the others?
Are you living as a servant to your sisters and your brothers?
Do you make the poor man beg you for a bone?
Do the widow and the orphan cry alone?
I don't care if you pray for miracles.
I don't care if you speak with tongues.
I don't care if you've said you love me.
In every song you've sung, it doesn't matter that your sacrifice of praise is
loud enough to raise the dead.
The thing I need to ask you, is have you done the things I said?
Do you love your wife, with all you've got inside you?
Are you laying down your life?
What about the others?
Are you living as a servant to your sisters and your brothers?
Do you make the poor man beg you for a bone?
Do the widow and the orphan cry alone?
Lord, when were you a prisoner, that we did not come to you?
When was it that we saw you sick, that we didn't follow through?
Every time you turned your head, and pretended not to see.
When you did it not to the least of these, you did it not to me.