The pastor stopped by this evening
Said they'd missed me at church
Turns out my momma had asked him to come see me at my worst
She's scared that she's losing her baby
That her son and heaven won't meet
And church is the only place that can help people see
But they don't
But they don't
I told the man sitting there across from me
That he was a good man, and I'm glad he came
And even though I wouldn't be returning, I had something to say
I asked him if he could remember
The sermon he preached six weeks ago
He smiled and laughed, and said, "Son I don't."
And they don't
And they don't
You can ask God to give you favor
You can claim all of heaven now
But it's your knees that'll find the Savior when they touch the ground
A man can't teach you Jesus
He can only teach you Jesus in him
The stories can't be unraveled from the places they've lived
And they won't
And they won't
So don't tell me Sunday mornings will save me
I've heard that for forty years
It's not the wedding or the funeral, but the people who matter here
Would you give your time to your neighbor?
Would you trade your phone for bread?
Do we hold the truth in our world, or was it just things we said?
The pastor stopped by this evening
Said they'd missed me at church
Turns out my momma had asked him to come see me at my worst
She's scared that she's losing her baby
That her son and heaven won't meet
And church is the only place that can help people see
But they don't
But they don't
No they don't, no they don't
No they don't
No they don't, no they don't
No they don't