Make Heaven Crowded

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