A little lad of five was being dressed for church
Brad's necktie pinched his throat and his shiny new shoes hurt
Daddy, the kid cried, why must I wear a tie?
Because, his dad said, I think it's in the Good Book
Bind the sacrifice with cords as a service to the Lord
You gotta look like success, Brad, if you want to be blessed
We're the winners, son, we aren't the tail, we're the head!
In Sunday School the teacher asked the kids about success
Which Bible character, children, would you say was the most blessed?
Solomon! Jimmy cried. He owned lots of gold mines
He had a whole harem of wives and a herd of porcupines!
I think you used the wrong word, said the teacher
But you're right in saying King Solomon was richer
Than any other king before him or since
If you're successful you'll live like
What about Jesus? Brad asked. Is that him in the picture?
Yes, the teacher said, but which kings in Scripture were richer?
The picture on the wall showed a bearded Man on a Cross
His torn and bleeding body wore only a loin cloth
Jimmy drew a picture of Solomon's golden crown
Brad saw only the crown of thorns upon Jesus' brow.
Did Solomon wear a crew cut too? Little Brad boldly blurted.
Did Jesus have to wear a tie to start a chain of churches?
If it's a sin to have more hair then why did Jesus wear a beard?
Was Solomon richer than Jesus? Tiny Thomas wondered
Is that why Jesus is up on the cross all uncovered?
Why is Jesus up there, teacher? Tell
us why, they cried.
Children! Children! The teacher cried. I'll tell you the reason Jesus died.
He made Himself poor to make us rich, that's why!
That's why I'm wearing such fine clothes today
When I approach people my apparel says
I'm a child of the King, I know no need
I believe I receive when I plant money seed
Dress like an exec and you'll get more respect
Believe for the best and confess you'll be blessed.
Many years later Brad rebelled
Not against Christ but the Gospel of wealth
Clad in humility Brad went on a search
To find the original meaning of church.
Brad found the real Jesus in the wilderness
Crying, The Kingdom is coming! It's
time to repent!
Cast off your spotted garments of sin
Put on My righteousness and be pure within
This world is but a sinking ship
Don't perish with blind hypocrites!
Seek that gold refined in the fire
Forsake lying vanities and come up higher
Store up treasures untainted by rust and decay
In heaven above where dwelleth only love
Be faithful always to watch and pray
I could appear for you even today
Brad broke free of the chains of the past
He'd found the truth, he was rich at last.