JEALOUS FOR JESUS
SOMETIMES THERE ARE PEOPLE
WHO WHINE AND CRY,
"MARK'S TOO POINTED;
WE DON'T KNOW WHY?"
"HE STOMPS AND YELLS;
EXPOSES OUR SIN.
IF WE DON'T LOVE JESUS
HE WON'T BE OUR FRIEND."
"WE WANT MORE LOVE,
SOFT SERMONS WE NEED;
SOMETHING THAT'S SWEETER
ON WHICH TO FEED."
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE,
THAT'S WHAT WE WANT
(NOT BIBLE LOVE,
JUST THE WORLDLY FRONT)
IF THESE POOR SOULS
COULD ONLY SEE
THAT IN TRUE LOVE
PRIORITIES MUST BE.
WE ARE TO LOVE
THE LORD GOD FIRST,
FOR HIS SPIRIT
AND HOLINESS THIRST.
WHEN LOV'N JESUS
WITH ALL OUR MIGHT,
OUR LOVE TO OTHERS
WILL THEN BE RIGHT.
JUST READ 1 JOHN,
FIVE AND VERSE TWO.
THIS WILL MAKE IT
ALL CLEAR TO YOU.
I LOVE GOD FIRST,
AND IT HURTS TO SEE
YOUR SHAMEFUL, LUKEWARM
CHRISTIANITY.
YOU OFFEND GOD
AND SHAME HIS NAME,
WHEN HIS ENEMIES
AS FRIENDS YOU CLAIM.
YOU DON'T NEED SUGAR
AND SYMPATHY MORE;
YOU NEED TO REPENT,
AND JESUS ADORE.
THAT'S WHAT YOU NEED:
YOU NEED IT MOST!
SO, TRUE LOVE TO YOU
I ALSO CAN BOAST.
1 JOHN IS TRUE,
AND YOU NEED TO KNOW
MY LOVE IS REAL,
NOT HYPOCRITE'S SHOW.
PROPHETS OF OLD,
WITH GOD'S SADNESS,
WERE MORE CONCERNED,
THAN REBEL'S GLADNESS.
WHY SHOULD I WORRY
IF THE WORLD YOU MISS,
IF I MAKE YOU TRADE IT
FOR HEAVEN'S BLISS?
I DON'T CARE IF
THE WORLD MISSES YOU;
IT'S JESUS' ENEMY
AND SHOULD BE YOURS TOO.
ELIJAH WAS JEALOUS
FOR HIS LORD
WHEN GOD'S PEOPLE
THEIR BAAL ADORED.
WHEN THERE'S TRUE LOVE,
THERE'S JEALOUSY TOO:
THE GODLY KIND
THAT CARES FOR YOU.
I'M JEALOUS FOR JESUS
WHEN I SEE HIM HURT:
WHEN WITH THE WORLD
AND SIN YOU FLIRT.
YES, LOVE YOU I DO,
BUT I LOVE HIM MORE;
AND SOLVING THIS PROBLEM
IS WHAT I'M HERE FOR.
JESUS NEEDS ME,
AND YOU NEED IT MOST:
'TIS GOOD THAT UNDER
MY SERMONS YOU ROAST.
YOU SHOULD BE JEALOUS
FOR GOD, MY FRIEND.
YOU, TOO, SHOULD GRIEVE
WHEN OTHER'S SIN.
TRY TO PULL THEM
FROM THE FLAME,
HATING THE GARMENT
SPOTTED WITH SHAME.
GOD'S WAY LOOKS FAKE
WHEN THE SINNER SEES
YOU PLAYING HIS GAMES,
JUST BUSY AS BEES.
WATCHING HIS SHOWS
AND LAUGHING WITH GLEE;
SOAKING IT INTO
YOUR LIFE CARELESSLY.
YOUR BIBLE IS CLOSED
WHILE THE TV WEARS OUT;
AND NOT AT THE PREACHING,
BUT THE BALL GAME YOU SHOUT.
THEN WONDER WHY
POOR SINNERS STRAY;
AND WIND UP IN HELL,
THANKS TO YOU, SOMEDAY.
YOU JUST CAN'T LIVE
WITHOUT WORLDLY FUN;
IT JUST WON'T DO
TO WALK WITH THE SON.
WHEN YOU DEPICT
MY LORD THIS WAY
IT MAKES ME FEEL
LIKE NEHEMIAH THAT DAY.
HE CURSED AND SMOTE,
AND PLUCKED THEIR HAIR;
HE TOLD THEM GET RIGHT,
AND MADE THEM SWEAR.
HE KNEW THEY NEEDED
JUST WHAT THEY GOT.
IT WAS THEIR OWN GOOD
THAT THIS PREACHER SOUGHT.
SOMETIMES PEOLE
DON'T LISTEN TOO WELL;
AND THAT IS WHY
SOME GO TO HELL.
PREACHER'S WHO RAIL
AGAINST VANITY FAIR
ONLY DESIRE
THAT HEAVEN YOU SHARE.
I'M JEALOUS FOR JESUS
I WANT MEN TO KNOW
HE'S ALL WE NEED;
IT'S NOT ALL JUST SHOW.
WHAT WE LIVE DAILY
IS WHAT WE BELIEVE,
NOT JUST OUR WORDS,
THAT THE SINNER'S RECEIVE.
YOUR PROFESSION OF LOVE
IS ONLY SIN;
WHEN DAY BY DAY
YOU DON'T LIVE FOR HIM.
THIS WOULD ENRAGE
JOHN BAPTIST SURE;
SO I ALSO SHOULD PREACH
THE REPENTANCE CURE.
SO, WHAT'S REALLY MEAN,
OFFENSIVE, AND RUDE?
IS IT MY PREACHING?
OR, YOUR SELFISH MOOD?
WHAT IS WORSE
THAN OFFENDING GOD,
BY GIVING HIS ENEMIES
YOUR HEARTY APPLAUD?
SO, YOU'RE THE ONE
WHO'S HARD AND CRUEL;
SERVING YOUR FLESH,
AND PLAYING THE FOOL.
YOU TAKE PLEASURE
IN WHAT GOD HATES,
ROMANS 1:32
THIS TRUTH RELATES.
YOU SET THE WICKED
BEFORE YOUR EYES;
THEN WONDER WHY
THE TRUTH YOU DESPISE.
I'LL PREACH ON SIN
AS LONG AS I'VE BREATH;
AND NOT TAKE PLEASURE
IN MEN WORTHY OF DEATH.
I'LL DO MY BEST
TO SET IT STRAIGHT
OF WHAT GOD LOVES,
AND WHAT GOD HATES.
I'LL LIFT UP JESUS
AS THE KING FOREVER,
AND SHOW I DON'T NEED
THEIR WICKED PLEASURE.
SO, NOW YOU HAVE IT
'TIS MY DEFENSE,
'TIS WHY I PREACH
ON YOUR PRETENSE.
SO, JUST GO ON
SIT AND SQUIRM;
SLANDER AND HATE,
AND MY FAULTS AFFIRM.
I'LL BE FAITHFUL
AS YOUR TRUE FRIEND
TO TELL WHAT IS RIGHT
CONCERNING HIM.
HIS LOVES, I'LL LOVE,
HIS HATES, I'LL HATE;
AND WITH SATAN'S CROWD
NOT CELEBRATE.
WHEN I FINALLY
SEE HIS FACE,
AND HAVE BEEN FAITHFUL
THROUGH HIS GRACE;
THEN HE'LL KNOW
A TRUE FRIEND I'VE BEEN,
NOT SEEKING PLEASURE
IN WORLDLY SIN.
IF HE WOULD ASK
WHY I DO WHAT I DO,
I'LL SAY, DEAR LORD,
I WAS JEALOUS FOR YOU!
MARK BULLEN '95