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I generally don’t like songs that point fingers anywhere... or take up issues with anyone... sorry, I’m a wuss... but none the less... I have a pet peeve... Televangelists... they drive me nuts... I’m sure most of you can pretty much ignore them, and I will admit that they can have some value as entertainment (when there’s nothing on the comedy channel)...
It occurs to me that several of our friends from over seas may have no idea what I’m talking about... here in the USA we have these fancy preachers with cheap gaudy sets, who purchase TV time and try to sell prayer clothes and bibles and blessings and replicas of the nails used on the cross, it goes on and on... and can be funny... except my heart breaks when I see these guys... and more often I get red faced angry...
there must be people sending these guys money, or they wouldn’t continually have so much face time... I end up feeling so sorry for the folks that send their money, because they think they’re doing something good and right... AND THEY ARE NOT!... religion often makes me sick, but not Jesus... and these folks that pretend to speak for Him, must have at some point read some of His words, and observed the way He lived... I just don’t see how they can reconcile their actions, with the Man... I heard one of these guys defend his $10,000,000.00 mansion by explaining that it was a good investment... I mean please!!! why does he have ten million in the 1st place... did he put the property in Christ’s name?... i don’t think so
Ministry is local... if I can’t put my hand on your shoulder and look you level in the eye... I doubt that there will be much, if any, significant good done.. I believe it is a hands on proposition, that is not motivated by self promotion or advancement...
Well Dion posted a forum question about “charities that were worthwhile” a few months back... and it got me thinking of this song... I realized that it had never been recorded... so I started fooling with it... it was originally written on keyboards... I adapted it to guitar and called Fran Dagastino in for Axe duty... he more than surpassed my expectation... at-a-boy... really, Fran was funny, and he really worked this over... I tagged the song out with guitar solo... and left it long, thinking I could fade it when it was spent.... instead, I didn’t cut a note... it just all seemed like it needed to be said, like I’d be interrupting something important if I faded too soon...
thanx for your time... see why I’m not a writer....
and thanx Kurt V. for showing me how to punctuate.......
It occurs to me that several of our friends from over seas may have no idea what I’m talking about... here in the USA we have these fancy preachers with cheap gaudy sets, who purchase TV time and try to sell prayer clothes and bibles and blessings and replicas of the nails used on the cross, it goes on and on... and can be funny... except my heart breaks when I see these guys... and more often I get red faced angry...
there must be people sending these guys money, or they wouldn’t continually have so much face time... I end up feeling so sorry for the folks that send their money, because they think they’re doing something good and right... AND THEY ARE NOT!... religion often makes me sick, but not Jesus... and these folks that pretend to speak for Him, must have at some point read some of His words, and observed the way He lived... I just don’t see how they can reconcile their actions, with the Man... I heard one of these guys defend his $10,000,000.00 mansion by explaining that it was a good investment... I mean please!!! why does he have ten million in the 1st place... did he put the property in Christ’s name?... i don’t think so
Ministry is local... if I can’t put my hand on your shoulder and look you level in the eye... I doubt that there will be much, if any, significant good done.. I believe it is a hands on proposition, that is not motivated by self promotion or advancement...
Well Dion posted a forum question about “charities that were worthwhile” a few months back... and it got me thinking of this song... I realized that it had never been recorded... so I started fooling with it... it was originally written on keyboards... I adapted it to guitar and called Fran Dagastino in for Axe duty... he more than surpassed my expectation... at-a-boy... really, Fran was funny, and he really worked this over... I tagged the song out with guitar solo... and left it long, thinking I could fade it when it was spent.... instead, I didn’t cut a note... it just all seemed like it needed to be said, like I’d be interrupting something important if I faded too soon...
thanx for your time... see why I’m not a writer....
and thanx Kurt V. for showing me how to punctuate.......
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Lyrics
I saw God’s man on the TV screen
but he could not see me
“Send me more money, so I can set you free”
BUT WHERE I LIVE,
SOME CHILDREN DO NOT EAT!
Where do we stand
puddles of mud or on dry land
Where do we stand
solid ground or quicksand
The final choice is made by us
Where do we stand?
Selling blessings, and prosperity
but who is washing feet
We claim comfort
yes that’s our destiny
BUT WHERE I LIVE,
CHILDREN LIVE IN THE STREET!
Where do we stand
puddles of mud or on dry land
Where do we stand
solid ground or quicksand
The final choice is made by us
Where do we stand?
He never promised fortune
Did he ever promise fame?
where will He find us when He comes again
Holding the hand of the orphan
sharing the widows pain
Christian you bear His name
Christian you bear His name
you bear His name
but he could not see me
“Send me more money, so I can set you free”
BUT WHERE I LIVE,
SOME CHILDREN DO NOT EAT!
Where do we stand
puddles of mud or on dry land
Where do we stand
solid ground or quicksand
The final choice is made by us
Where do we stand?
Selling blessings, and prosperity
but who is washing feet
We claim comfort
yes that’s our destiny
BUT WHERE I LIVE,
CHILDREN LIVE IN THE STREET!
Where do we stand
puddles of mud or on dry land
Where do we stand
solid ground or quicksand
The final choice is made by us
Where do we stand?
He never promised fortune
Did he ever promise fame?
where will He find us when He comes again
Holding the hand of the orphan
sharing the widows pain
Christian you bear His name
Christian you bear His name
you bear His name
a voice in song, calling out the heart of the Gospel. And out of the mouth the heart speaks... Well sung, well spoken, Scott. Powerful call. Beautiful song.
D