She hit the bottom

On her 22nd year

And the so-called kids of Jesus

Watched her fall

The headlines said she went

And put a pistol to her ear

And the note said

"No one loves me anymore"

Modern Pharisee

Infect a ​righteous ministry

Jesus got some words for you

Turn away, I never knew

A wasted soul is a heinous crime

Let's get back to the lovin' time

Starving children

In the streets of Abidjan

And there's emptinеss

That fills their kitchen shelvеs

Meanwhile, Christian ladies

Gossip in the hair salon

While they're spending

All their money on themselves

Jesus gave you more

To seek the lost and feed the poor

What's money worth on the day you die

Can't get through the needle's eye

A wasted soul is a heinous crime

Let's get back to the lovin' time

Jesus gave you more

To seek the lost and feed the poor

What's money worth on the day you die

Can't get through the needle's eye

A wasted soul is a heinous crime

Let's get back to the lovin' time

He prayed to Jesus

As He emptied out his soul

And He filled it with the empathetic fire

His feet upon the rock

And His voice as pure as gold

He's pullin' fellow brothers from the mire

The heart of Satan speared

As many saw and feared

The sword of love from the Jesus sheath

A seasoned tongue and a raw belief

A heart for souls and a heart sublime

Let's get back to the lovin' time

Lovin' time

Get back!