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Dead Church

By Wil C. Fry, Feb. 7, 1988

(Copyright © 1988 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.)

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In the church today, the people just sit around staring,
They don’t know God is watching them, they’re not even caring,
They degenerate because they’re lazy, or they don’t know what to do,
They like to be vegetables, And they love to warm the pews.

It is a dead Church, It’s a dead church
They’re following their tradition, and carrying on their religion
It is a dead church, Yeah, It’s a dead Church

Well, in the church where I grew up, that’s not the way things happened,
We jumped up and down, And praised the Lord with our clappin’.
We yelled, And praised the Lord with shouts ‘til our faces turned red,
And if someone would’ve died, we woulda’ raised ‘em from the dead

It wasn’t a dead church, Oh, a dead church,
We were following our traditions, And carrying on our religion, but
It wasn’t a dead church, No, not a dead church

If the church today doesn’t like some of the things that are happening,
They need to figure out what their problem is, and solve it.
They’ll need to praise God with their voices, and their clappin’,
They’ll need to invite the spirit into service, they’ll love it!

Then it won’t be a dead church, No, not a dead church,
Sure, they’ll follow their tradition, and carry on their religion, but
It won’t be a dead church, Oh, a dead church




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