Society: They Call Me Mr. Christian

Mister Christian
(Do What Jesus Would)
Lyrics wanting a tune
By Dan Mayhew

I think I’ll be a Christian
And start doin’ Christian stuff.
Just ask, “What would Jesus do?”
That doesn’t seem so tough.

Start buyin’ Christian groceries
And a pair of Christian shoes,
A new CD and a T-shirt.
What have I got to lose?

Start drinkin’ Christian Lattes.
(No such thing as Christian beer)
If you go to Christian espresso bar,
Your can drink there without fear.

Start prayin’ over dinner,
That the Lord will bring me luck.
Start goin’ to church on Sundays,
Put a bible in my truck.

They call me mister Christian
I’ve been living right
Don’t drink nor smoke nor go for broke
I stay home at night.
If I had a nickel for all I’ve given up.
I’d ask what would Jesus do? That should be enough.

A silver fishy on my tailgate,
Tells the world what I believe.
And I know the more I give the church.
The more I will receive.

But there’s something about that question:
What would Jesus do?
That has me a little worried
Been thinkin’ the question through.

Isn’t there more to it,
than a wristband and a question
What about His commandments?
Or were those just suggestions?

Isn’t there something more
Than just asking what he’d do?
What about the things he did?
Don’t they matter, too?

They call me mister Christian
I’ve been living right
Don’t drink nor smoke nor go for broke
I stay home at night.
If I had a nickel
for all I’ve given up.
I’d ask what would Jesus do?
That should be enough.

He didn’t care much for religion,
Or stuff that He could own,
He had no place to lay his head,
He didn’t have a home.

I hear he went to parties
and drank with the IRS,
If he hung out with sinners,
Should I do any less?

He’d help out the poor and sick
The druggies and the punks
The widows and the orphans
The hopeless and the drunks

Maybe I can love the world
Just like Jesus could,
Not just ask, “what would Jesus do?”
But DO what Jesus would.

Yeah, I follow Jesus
I’ve been living right
Don’t drink nor smoke but I go for broke
When I go out at night.
Wouldn’t give a nickel
For a load of Christian stuff.
Just wanna do what Jesus would.
Any less just ain’t enough. .

One thought on “Society: They Call Me Mr. Christian”

  1. Dan, I have a nice song for your lyrics; I think you’ll like it!
    I once saw a cartoon where a lyracist and tune writer worked together wonderfully, then they split up. After that the tune guy couldn’t think of any decent words, and the lyricist only had dorky tunes. They then got together again, and all was well.
    We need each other in the Body of Christ; without each other the Body is a dismembered monstrosity, but Whole, it is the most beautiful girl in the world; His Bride. jimmy

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