Practice What You Preach

Hallelujah brother, practice, practice what you preach (Hallelujah)
Practice, practice what you preach
I'm here to tell you that, it's what you do, not what you say
That's gonna count on judgment day
So practice, practice what you preach

Now Deacon Jones who's sitting here, he runs a butcher shop
He likes to quote The Bible, as he weighs a steak or chop
Well, deacon that sounds mighty fine but tell me, just how come
You charge us for a pound of meat and a half a pound of thumb?

Practice, practice what you preach (hmm, Hallelujah)
Practice, practice what you preach
I'm here to tell you that, it's what you do, not what you say
That's gonna count on judgment day
So practice, practice what you preach

Now Brother Brown we hear your voice singing with the choir
You memorize the hymn book, that's a fact we all admire
But if St. Peter hears your song and kind of calculate
He'll also hears them buttons you keep dropping in the plate

And then we've got a sister here who gossips quite a lot
She knows who's going where with who and if they ain't, why not?
Well, sister if you aim to sit beside that golden throne
Stop talking about your neighbor's sin
Start the thinking about your own

Well, brother practice, practice, practice what you preach