When you walk out of god's house Don't complain You've got yer gold and silver And you've got yer pretty girl When you walk out of god's house Don't complain When you trade yer money for her Don't be ashamed Forget yer lonely room And yer cheap cheap solitude When you trade yer money for her Don't be ashamed When his hand falls to guide you Don't be afraid He'll give you seeds of sorrow To shake and make it right When his hand falls to guide you Don't be afraid Amen