You were loudly living
On your final ninety pounds
Crosslegged on the south porch
With a bible in your hand
And when I prayed for healing
My father's words rang through the door
Son I don't think Jesus
Is in business of healing anymore

Well maybe he is occupied
With other people's wars
Or he's organized militia
To fight the war on christmas
Or maybe he's protecting
Our children from the gays
Who have promised to destroy
This utopia we've made

In his name
In his name
In his name

The early Father's writing
To build a younger church up tall
Saying faith without the action
Isn't anything at all
I know perspective isn't static
Between what I see and what you do
But if you choose to stand by idly
Then what does that make you?

Well I hear that you've been
Speaking through the man on the tv
And you've helped the dallas mavericks
With their field goal percentage
So when my mother's doctor
Calls again with more bad news
It's an honest heart's reaction
Who, my God, have you been listening to?

In his name
In his name
In his name