MacArthur

I spend most of my days, making a little home
While you go to work in the house of God
I spend most of my nights with three young disciples
You have three thousand more every Sunday morn
Everything I do, is small when next to you
Everything I do, is small according to you

Are you laughing at me
Are you laughing at me

I think you read the Bible in a convenient sort of way
But preacher that's OK, it's all you know
I think it makes you nervous, when rebels won't comply
We use heart, soul, and mind to love the Lord our God
The call's not from you, and we will go where we can give
And we have gone, small, according to you

Are you laughing at us
Are you laughing at us
Are you laughing at us
Are you laughing

I don't want to be bitter, don't want to be hard
I want that peace like a river in my soul



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Writer(s): Joelle Hochstedler
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