Some worship wood, some worship stone
No trust in the God that gives
They put faith in a god made by a man
Christians serve the God that lives
We have a God you can't put on a shelf
A God made by no man's hands
Some have a god that if it fell to the floor
It stays wherever it lands
We don't pray to Mary or confess to flesh
Our prayers go straight to the Lord
This pleases the Lord who's a jealous God
And keeps us in one accord
Though He was and He is and He's still to come
We're sheep that desire to be led
If you paid for your god, seek a return
Your receipt will prove he was dead
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