You’ve prayed to God above,
You’ve cried aloud at night
But still, God hasn’t come,
And you may wonder why
Do not complain to Him,
It’s not what He won’t do
It seems that Scripture points,
And the problem is you.

Get your house in order
The King is coming down
Your body’s a temple
Please do not mess around.

You say that god has to
Honor His promises
And that god promised you
Healing, and then riches
But every promise
Comes with a condition
And ev’ry temple needs
A purification

Get yourself in order,
The King is coming down
Your body’s His temple,
friend, do not mess around

Don’t look to your brother,
And say I speak to him
I speak of you and me.
Let us look to our sin
Don’t worry ‘bout the speck
Inside your brother’s eye
Pay more heed to the log
That abides in your life
You see, I used to be
One who pointed and judged
And it’s easy to think,
That I have never budged
Then to me God did speak,
His voice was ever clear
Saying I’m not perfect,
And I’ve judgment to fear
My work’s to live for God,
To please Him with my life
Worry about my sin,
And how to make it right
Only then can I live,
Upon my face a smile
I’ll mind my own bus’ness,
And then, once again, I’ll

Get my house in order,
The King is coming down
My body’s His temple,
I will not mess around