Steven Fedrick: Clips & Lyrics

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Indiviual or ego based churches, mega or otherwise, have a way of rising and falling with the popularity of the senior pastor.

Billy Sunday

music and lyrics by Steven Fedrick

 

Billy Sunday move aside, your bible days have all but died.

Your Christians cross, your devils hand,

Hell and brimstone across this land.

 

All eyes open, ye all hear

The show begins the devils fear

Quiet awe in anticipation

Hell breaks loose and it's all damnation.

 

Lord, take this sinner,

It's not too late,

The door is open, open wide,

Pass the Plate.

 

Billy Sunday pitch that tent,

There's souls to reap, repent, repent

But that old age has stole you blind

Your circus days are all behind.

(repeat first chorus)