01.34. Excerpt7 - Our Status Quo

Excerpt7 - Our Status Quo

Oh, pastor, no, and again, no, no,
Do not disturb our status quo.
We love our Zion with cushioned ease
And ask you not to disturb us -- please?
After all, we carry a little care,
And often sing "Sweet Hour of Prayer."
Dear pastor, we do not understand
Why you grieve for those in a foreign land.
We have the sick and needy poor
Ten yards outside of our own church door.
And, pastor dear, we often wonder
Why, at times, you seem to thunder
Against our hearts -- which you say are cold --
(It seems to us you are very bold).
We believe in sin and regeneration,
Would you have us throw off the recreation
That gives us fun and makes us sleep?
Would you have us pray and fast and weep
For the heathen -- lost, and, you say, damned?
(A thing we hardly understand)
Our lives will need re-evaluation
If we are to care for another nation;
We have gorgeous homes, soft beds to die on,
We like it soft in our little Zion.
Oh, pastor, please again, no, no;
Do not disturb our status quo.