Put out your hands, you dist. execs
And pay the pastors no respect
As they do strive to preach the Word
And hold off assaults so absurd
By those who with their wallet speak
It seems this crud has reached its peak
Instead of causing strife,
Why don't you get a life?

The pastor who speaks only Christ
Finds that he is sacrificed
For sake of the "greater good"
Freely he's misunderstood
And the cong's happiness is all
That matters to those without call
Who pose as pastors who
Reign over pastors true

The synod brass observes the purse,
When there is plenty they've no curse
For congregations who refuse
To stay in line with the Good News
The Christian growthers, liberals,
Charismatics, on they go,
Because they pay their dues
No big brass will them eschew

The church we know's beneath the cross
And we expect to face much loss
In this sad, bad vail of tears
That makes us old beyond our years,
But with our power over-ruled
It makes it hard to laymen school
Something's got to break
This money stuff is soul-ache

Perhaps we should just keep the dough
And forward with our mission go,
And keep the Word in our called hands,
Yes, it's time to take a stand,
Our people's souls are what's at stake,
They cannot eat plus have their cake,
His Word they hunger for
We'll sweep the sweets out the door

The sweets the Old Man feasts upon Have no nutrition to live on,

The people who Christ's made His own
Need meat to eat down to the bone,
They cannot think their money talks
For it's by faith not sight we walk,
We want to feed God's lambs,
This money thing is a sham

So dist. execs, don't think you're dissed,
But in love we must insist
That you encourage Gospel growth,
Not Law stuff that chokes the throat
Growth that comes from strategy
Grows the Old Man nth degrees,
Who gladly seizes power
As the man of the hour

The Gospel grows the reign of Christ
Over sinful hearts that cry
Out for pardon when they face
The Law that puts them in their place
This is our call to dole out goods
To make and maintain the priesthood
Of those who can rejoice
That they know the Shepherd's voice

Leave them alone, we ask of you,
Let them hear the Law and Good News
And know that power is God's own Word,
There is no other God's preferred,
Human power is hollow gain
When guilt and sin do still remain
It just wants idol stuff,
Of that we've had enough!

Oh, Lord, grant to us one and all
The wisdom to perform Your call
As you have so privileged us
To be for them Your ear-witness,
Proclaiming You as the I AM,
In Sacraments to bless not damn
Which calls for being true
To the Word we have from You

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