I wanted to go home Lord,
And sit down and really cry,
I guess I could have done that,
But my friend sat close on by,
No way could I walk of Lord,
And leave my friend alone,
So I’ll wait until they’ve finished,
Then get myself of home.

No wonder you are angry,
Sitting up in heaven,
Looking down upon these folk,
Forgiving them seventy times seven,
Your glory within us like fireworks going off,
Like jumping crackers and rockets and all that stuff,
We’re all excited deep inside,
And love for him you cannot hide.

Give me patience Jesus,
With folk think they’re big,
They think that we are children,
And really make me sick,
They’re only seeing their side,
And how they want it to be,
But take another look Lord,
Your love is deep in me.

I want to serve with all my heart,
And never let you go,
For you are everything to me,
You’re my life’s living flow,
I give myself to you alone,
Authority doesn’t matter,
And while we keep on give, give, give,
Their pockets are getting fatter. 

Your church is all commercialised,
And advertised on telly,
I don’t know what it’s coming to,
When they grovel on their belly,
But I am going to conquer,
And fight the best I can,
I will not take these orders,
Off a greying haired old man.