God, God, God Carman

A couple young men came to my door today
While I was fryin' eggs in my kitchen
They looked so sincere with their white shirts and ties
As they tried to sell me their religion

We talked for a while as my eggs got cold
About what their faith believes
And they said they were convinced by what they'd been taught
That God's an exalted man like you and me

Well, though the Book says He's spirit
Their hearts refused to hear it
They proceeded to tell me He's got hair
"Why, in Daniel, God's finger wrote on the wall
And His watchful eye is mentioned everywhere."

I said, "Take heed to your scriptures until you understand
Completely these verses you're pickin'
The Psalms say He'll protect us with His feathers and His wings
But that don't mean that God's a great big chicken!"

I said, "Don't you see, you have missed
Just who Jesus Christ says that he is
Well, he's the Lord, he's Jehovah
He's the I Am like he said
And he proved his own divinity
When he rose up from the dead
He's Messiah, Emmanuel
And if that don't pass the test
The book of John says he's The Word of God come in the flesh
And, well, he's the author of salvation
And he leaves no room to guess:
He's the alpha, omega, beginning and end
He's the first and he's the last
So if you're still confused, I've no words left to waste
He told us he was God, God, God;
Now I calmly rest my case."