Gathered on the
Lord’s Day, dressed in suit and tie,
Grasping leather bibles, with our hands raised on high!
Smiles on all our faces, teeth are brushed so white,
For the bible tells us that they’re wrong, we’re right!
We’ve no genuflection, we’ve no altar high,
We’ve no cross or candles, but ‘Amen’ is our cry!
PowerPoint’s our hymnal, words on screen so white,
For the bible tells us that they’re wrong, we’re right!
We don’t kneel or whisper, we don’t venerate,
We don’t need confession, we’re regenerate!
Point to verse and chapter, there in black and white,
For the bible
tells us that they’re wrong, we’re right!