When you walk out of God's house 



don't complain 



You've got yer gold and silver 



and you've got yer pretty girl 



when you walk out of God's house 



don't complain 



when you trade yer money for her 



don't be ashamed 



forget yer lonely room 



and yer cheap cheap solitude 



when you trade yer money for her 



don't be ashamed 



when his hand falls to guide you 



don't be afraid 



he'll give you seeds of sorrow 



to shake and make it right 



when his hand falls to guide you 



don't be afraid 



 



amen