The almost christian spends his life,
With constant burden of sacrifice,
He rises early to make amends,
For everything he knows is sin......

He goes to church and pays his tithe,
And despises what he calls compromise,
The almost Christian fits the mold,
But there's no change to his heart......
And his soul.

You either know me or you don't,
You'll either defend me or you won't,
I want you to come to my sheep fold,
I want to change your heart......
And your soul.

The almost Christian can learn to speak.
In religious terms that astound the weak.
He can build and organize.
To defend himself from compromise.

He can rise and stand his ground.
Till he feels that justice has been found.
The almost Christian can be very bold.
But there's no change to his heart......
And his soul

But the almost Christian never feels,
The freedom from his own fears,
He never feels that blessed release,
That comes to those who inherit peace.

And no matter how he strives to relate,
He'll never see the pearly gate,
Cause without the trust he never knows,
There'll be no change to his heart......
And his soul

You either know me or you don't,
You'll either defend me or you won't,
Come to the door of my sheep fold,
And I will change your heart......
And your soul.