Rode to town, and there I found a little church about twelve foot wide
Opened up that little door, and I took a little look inside:
Little altar, little pews, little preacher turnin' back the clock
With a small-minded sermonette for his little old nodding flock.

Well, he started out real gentle, with a Scripture verse or two
Talkin' of love and Noah's dove and a promise made for me and you.
People all around me, they were listenin' with half an ear
So pretty soon, the preacher changed his tune, and he gave 'em what they came to hear.

Ooh…

When the preacher said, "Damnation," the congregation, they perked right up
They were shoutin' "Amen!" as he condemned all the folks who wouldn't make the cut.
Now he's wavin' 'round his Bible, sayin' "Love the sinner, hate the sin"
But he'd do well to drop the Hell and let some Heavenly mercy in.

Ooh…

I know it's Man who made the Bible, and God who made the Earth and sky
And Christ who made it clear that we're not here to judge or crucify.
Still, it seems to me "religion," well, it's "division" by another name
And it breaks my heart how it splits us apart when inside we're really all the same.

You know, I rode to town, and there I found a little church about twelve foot wide
Opened up that little door, and I spent a little spell inside:
Little altar, little pews, little sympathy and little love
Gonna trade that little church for the prairie and the hills above.
Said for the prairie and the hills above.