The Worshippin People

There is a prayer here, there is a prayer there
There is a prayer in the morning, there is a prayer in the evening
There is a collective prayer, there is a personal prayer
There is a fast and prayer, there is an eat and prayer
There is a speakin in tongues prayer, there is an all too familiar language prayer
There is a prayer here, there is a prayer there.

There is a song here, there is a song there
There is a slow song, there is a fast song
There is a worship song, there is a feel good song
There is a sentimental song, there is a song for the rock and roll fans
There is no song for the people, no song for the Lord
There is a song here, there is a song there.

Christ was crying that day, sittin by the road
They were busy prayin
Christ was lonely that day, standing in the crowd
They were busy singin
Christ was nearly killed that day, marching on the streets
They were busy worshippin
Christ was crucified that day, on top of a hill
They were busy sleepin.

Run brother, run sister, the cross is too heavy, no time for love
Let us go and pray, the cross is too heavy, no time for love
Let us go and sing, the cross is too heavy, no time for love
Let us spend time in worship, the cross is too heavy, no time for love
Let us not venture out of the city gates, the cross is too heavy, no time for love
It is too heavy, it is too heavy, no time for love.