Ancient churches with broken doors
Inward hearts participating in endless chores
The depths of grace replaced by chains
Aimless sheep just playing games

Judgment reigns in this masquerade
Where none is righteous all the same
To hate the sinner and do the sin
Is that what it means to be born-again?

Hello, Jesus
Your style sure has changed
Hello, Jesus
I can’t recognize your face
In this world today

A sinking ship struggling in the waves
Selfish hearts with their rants and raves
Pirates marauding with their swords
Makes me wonder if they’ve even heard His words

Desperate Pharisees overly concerned
With going to heaven and not getting burned
Think they control what’s right and wrong
But Jesus had their number all along

Hello, Jesus
Your style never changed
Hello, Jesus
I can recognize your face
When I see love instead of hate