Shoes

I like to go to church now and thenTo hear I’m doing right is good newsI dress up so I do not offendand wear my old, soft, comft’rble shoes.I want my old soft comft’rble shoesto tap my feet to gospel-and-bluesChurch is a holy placeYou’re there by walking, not graceSo wear your old, soft comft’rble shoes.The Bible’s so convenient for meIt authorizes all the right “do’s”And if you do a “don’t,” don’t you see,You won’t have golden slippers for shoes.I need my old, soft, comft’rble shoesTo walk the old paths that I chooseIf I like ‘em, they’re hotIf I don’t like ‘em, they’re notAuthorized by comft’rble truths (I meant “shoes”!).Repentance is a wonderful thingFor folks who need to leave behind sinwith faith, confessing and baptizing …I’m glad I’ll never need it again.I love my old soft comft’rble shoesto tap my feet to gospel-and-bluesI changed that once for HimSo I don’t have to againWon’t change my old, soft, comft’rble shoes.Now worship is a serious timeA little joy but not too much happinessIf you do it right, it is sublimeIf you do more or less, you’re in a mess.I’ve got my old soft comft’rble shoesto tap my feet to gospel-and-bluesDon’t need no podium plantsDon’t need no spiritual danceDon’t want to see raised handsDon’t want to hear praise bandsDon’t need no grace-filled rantsDon’t need no women in pantsJust a cappella songsAnd hearing “We’re right; they’re wrong”sAnd wearing old, soft, comft’rble shoes.I hope you’ll honor my last requestWhen you put me down for the big snoozeJust dress me up like all of the restAnd put me in my old comft’rble shoes.I want my old soft comft’rble shoesto rest my feet to gospel-and-bluesSo when it’s time to flyinto that sweet by-and-byjust-give-me-myold,soft,comft’rbleshoes.