From humble beginnings in which they all came
To colossal buildings in Jesus name
Built from sweat and hard earn funds
Never look back to where they’ve come from
On top of the mountain and off the road
Temporary sign leads to humble abode
From so very few to a whole lot more
Prestige and power and faith on the door
Behind closed doors they sharpen the ax
Around a table that's built for attacks
Stacks of papers of qualified people
2000 or more under one lonely steeple
Unqualified they shout then make a mad dash
Without one prayer papers go in the trash
Loosen their tie and get down to business
Only the qualified can serve as our witness
I’m welcome to come and welcome to sing
Bow to the throne and worship the King
But for jobs in the faith they come to the few
2000 or more who’ve sat in your pew
Never mind my heart and my call from God
Forget the past and where they have trod
Join the elite but no idea how
Keep me away from the old fatted cow
Pastor once held the name that doctor replaced
So what’s in a name when it’s filled with disgrace
How did you become the decider of all
2000 or more to many from small
So stand at the gate and lift the door high
Promises spoken toward faith in the sky
God keep me away for I might fall to the ground
And land in the molt that keeps humble bound
From unknown beginnings to name full of fame
Unqualified people barred from the game
No faith or promise could ever restore
The humble beginnings of 2000 or more
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