Copyright 1998, by Jim Meyer

O little church of Missouri,
How, still, we see Thee lie,
About God's Word
Cuz it's absurd
To sinful hearts defy,
You give them what they yearn for,
A Gospel without Law,
Or use the Law to them enthrall
That they're good, one and all

The Law has no severity,
The Gospel seldom sweet,
How you rush with celerity
To sweep them off their feet,
With program after program
That makes a wise head spin,
But it's the tools for those poor fools
To think with God they're "in"

How silently, how silently,
You do corrupt the work
Of Jesus Christ who sacrificed
Himself for every jerk,
Like Synod agents can be
Whene'er they lose their sight
That Jesus does it all because
We, none of us, are right

The Book of Concord is passe,
At least that way it seems,
When you allow the golden cow
Of church growth's liberal schemes
To play unto the felt needs
That by this way they're led astray
From Christ and near'r to you

When will this stop,
I mean this slop
That passes for the Word?
God gives His grace
But we replace
It with our works preferred,
We have the Word, Confessions,
The fathers and the Son,
Aren't these enough? We need no fluff,
God's got the job well done

So little church of Missouri,
Do not look to your heart,
Look to the cross
For there your loss
Is sin's pow'r torn apart,
Christ Jesus is the Bridegroom
And we are but the Bride,
So His Word rules,
Let's not be fools
And commit suicide

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