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There are Christians in Russia, they meet underground, In China they're killed when they're found. And in Cuba the Christians live up in the hills Because it's not safe in the towns. And to think it might happen right here in America, I know you think it's not true, But it's happening to Christians right here in America, Wait 'til it happens to you. The Christians in Berkeley are passing out Bibles And food to the hungry They're hoping to help out the people this way. But there are threats of the lives Of their leaders and wives, They're not welcome to stay. And to think it might happen right here in America, Maybe you think it's not true, If you it's not happening to Christians right here in America, Wait 'til it happens to you. There's an underground church and it's following Jesus And hoping to meet people's needs But we don't have the time to build nice little churches, Besides we don't need to - Letras de cancionesWe're holding our church in the streets. And we are passing out leaflets and underground pamphlets From Buffalo to Monterey And we're talkin' 'bout Jesus and all of a sudden We're arrested and taken away. So I ask you, America, where do you stand? Your people are starving, they're beaten and they're raped And they're dying in jail cells, so what are your plans? I'm not talking to congress or you politicians Or Panthers or Muslims or Nixon or Birch, I'm addressing this song to the church. 'Cause I've been in your churches and sat in your pews And heard sermons on just how much money you'll need for the year. And I've heard you make reference to Mexicans, Chinamen, Niggers and Jews And I gather you wish we would all disappear. And you call yourselves Christians, when really you're not, You're living your life as you please. If you're really a Christina, then put down yourself And follow wherever God leads. I'm not talkin' religion, I'm talkin' 'bout Jesus, Put all your plans on the shelf, Let's stop marching for peace, and start marching for Jesus And peace will take care of itself. Well, I pray that we Christians will get off our sofas And stand up for what we believe The time is too short, and Christ is returning We'd better get ready to leave. We who are Christians should turn on the light, So the truth will shine bright as the day Jesus will come like a thief in the night, And he'll steal all who love him away. There are Christians in Russia, they meet underground, In China they're killed when they're found. And in Cuba the Christians live up in the hills Because it's not safe in the towns. And to think it might happen right here in America, I see you shaking your heads and I hear you saying It just can't be true. But it's happened to me right here in America, Wait 'til it happens to you From Letras Mania