My Father's House (Is Now a Stadium)

(Verse 1)

Checked out "gatherings" grand, what a sight!

Like a rock concert, flashing with light.

Smoke machines, bass thumping low,

Worship leader, putting on quite a show.

"Hands to the heavens!" he screamed with glee,

Forgot my message, was calm and free.

(Chorus)

Oh, megachurch maestros, with your grand display,

Spreading "my" word, a highly staged way.

With laser lights, and custom tees,

Preaching prosperity, blowing in the breeze.

It's a production, or so you imply,

Feels more like Vegas, way up high.

I'm the genuine, the real McCoy,

Dim those spotlights, my boy!

(Verse 2)

Folks swayed, like in a trance,

Then offering baskets, took their chance.

"Plant a seed, watch fortunes grow!"

Thought my parables, were free, you know.

"God wants you thriving, rich and well,"

Didn't know my message, came with a sales bell.

(Chorus)

Oh, megachurch maestros, with your grand display,

Spreading "my" word, a highly staged way.

With laser lights, and custom tees,

Preaching prosperity, blowing in the breeze.

It's a production, or so you imply,

Feels more like Vegas, way up high.

I'm the genuine, the real McCoy,

Dim those spotlights, my boy!

(Bridge)

"Worship experiences," loud and bold,

Stories of blessings, frequently sold.

Talk of breakthroughs, financial gain,

I taught to ease suffering and pain.

Not about the smoke, or pounding beat,

But humble hearts, and weary feet.

(Chorus)

Oh, megachurch maestros, with your grand display,

Spreading "my" word, a highly staged way.

With laser lights, and custom tees,

Preaching prosperity, blowing in the breeze.

It's a production, or so you imply,

Feels more like Vegas, way up high.

I'm the genuine, the real McCoy,

Dim those spotlights, my boy!

(Outro)

Next time you're tempted, fill every seat,

Make my Father's house, sound so complete,

Remember who's watching, from above,

Less showmanship, and a whole lot more love.

Curtain call!