I've blamed my sinning on "I ain't no saint"
I've bit my tongue, said that it ain't my place
I've kept Jesus in the backseat, but I can't any longer
After what we all saw last week
I can't help but wonder
What if churches had a longer line outside?
And all them bars on Friday night?
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the bad?
Them streets of gold up there'd be packed
This whole world would look a lot better
Than we found it (than we found it)
If we make heaven crowded
What would the headlines and TV man say
If we didn't give them no bad news to break?
We all quit throwing punches and held out a helping hand
That devil couldn't touch us
No, he wouldn't stand a chance of falling
Churches had a longer line outside
And all them bars on Friday night
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the bad?
Them streets of gold up there'd be packed
This whole world would look a lot better
Than we found it (than we found it)
If we make heaven crowded
What if we all talk Jesus like a friend?
Talk to our friends about him
Didn't stop 'til we got everybody in
What if churches had a longer line outside?
And all them bars on Friday night?
What if people prayed for people who ain't on their side?
What if good ran off the bad?
Them streets of gold up there'd be packed
You and me could be the reason that somebody found it
Hmm-mm, if we make heaven crowded
If we make heaven crowded