Justin Wiebe Faith in a Pocketbook	back to table of contents back to main

They all come from miles around,
To hear me teach the Gospel of the Lord.
I pray to take their burdens and sin,
So they give me all they can afford.

'Cause I'm the man who saves the sinners,
And I'm the man who cures the ill.
I'm the Savior with a crooked halo,
Colored green like a dollar bill.

          So won't you show me Mr. Grant?
          And my child, you are forgiven.
          Or won't you show me Mr. Franklin?
          And you've bought your way up into Heaven.
          If you'll just open up your billfold,
          Just let my fingers take a look.
          I'll show you how to find your faith,
          Your faith in a pocketbook.
                    (Give me an AMEN!!)

Now won't you come to me, Misguided?
For my truth shall set you free.
Yes, bring to me your blinded.
My touch shall let them see.

Yeah, I'm the rock you may stand upon,
My quicksilver tongue sets you at ease.
Brothers and Sisters, you can fly,
For just a little fee.

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