I’ve blamed my sinning on I ain’t no saint
I’ve bit my tongue, said that it ain’t my place
And I’ve kept Jesus in the backseat, but I can’t longer
After what we all saw last week
I can’t help but wonder
What if churches had a longer line outside than all them bars on Friday night
What if people prayed for people who ain’t on their side
What if good ran off the bad, them streets of gold up there’d be packed
This whole world would look a lot better than we found it
If we make heaven crowded
What would the headlines and TV man say
If we didn’t give them no bad news to break
We all quit throwing punches and held out a helping hand
That devil couldn’t touch us, no he wouldn’t stand a chance
What if churches had a longer line outside than all them bars on Friday night
What if people prayed for people who ain’t on their side
What if good ran off the bad, them streets of gold up there’d be packed
This whole world would look a lot better than we found it
If we make heaven crowded
What if we all talk Jesus like a friend
Talk to our friends about him and didn’t stop until we got everybody in
What if churches had a longer line outside than all them bars on Friday night
What if people prayed for people who ain’t on their side
What if good ran off the bad, them streets of gold up there’d be packed
You and me could be the reason could be the reason that somebody found it
If we make heaven crowded
If we make heaven crowded