Doctrinal Waltz

Well, we don't believe in healing Or speaking in tongues We don't believe in rituals Or sprinkling the young We don't believe in Calvin Or what Martin Luther done And we don't believe those heathens Who say we all could be one And we don't believe in gambling Or taking social drink We don't believe in dancing We tore out the kitchen sink No instrumental music Especially in the church We don't take a single breath Without chapter, book and verse And I don’t believe I know you sir I don't recall your face Perhaps you don't understand You seem quite out of place You see, we know we're right And right'll win us the race So don't come here pandering That foolish talk of grace Into the fold of my redeemer Jesus the Lamb for sinners slain. Words and Music of final couplet: W.A. Ogden from Seeking The Lost