Love is my religion,
by commission and my decision.
God the Father sent Christ for sinners,
so why should Christ-redeemed I be vicious?
Love is my religion.
Time to strap up and strike ignition,
come off Park street, revving my engine, and
let I be Christian.

People in the world
wear all sorts of crap:
like falling pants
and skirts so shortened that
their legs can't open or contract;
but when we were in the world,
since me and you were born,
we used to wear the system's uniform
'till somebody showed us the truth of God.

So all the jail pants, tight pants, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
Tattoo out, bleach out, bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.
Powder chest outside, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
The tight skirt paint on... bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.

People in the world
have no life in them.
They don't like God. They only liking them.
That's probably why the men
start liking men;
but when we were in the world,
we could've done the same.
In fact, before Jesus, we was the same,
'cause all have sin before He come to save.

So all the homosexuals, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
All the lesbians, bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.
Bisexuals, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
Even the transgenders, bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.

Something wrong with your heart
if this have you irate, y'all.
You deny the Gospel that
we believe have the power to save all.
Treat others like how Jah treat us.
Them is people. They's not demons,
and we all have need of Jesus.

So whoever tell you different, get them out.
Take them out of Zion and send them south.
I serious. Get them out.
Don't put them on a pulpit and let them shout.
We don't need that. Get them out.
Take they animosity crap. Send them south.
They burn the harvest field black. Get them out.
Don't put them on a pulpit and let them shout.

The elderly and the youth, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
The pimps and the prostitute, bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.
Different convictions, bring them down.
Man, hand them a hand and bring them come.
Heretic denominations, bring them down.
Let the grace of the Saviour change it and done.

Love is my religion,
by commission and my decision.
God the Father sent Christ for sinners,
so why should Christ-redeemed I be vicious?
Love is my religion.
Time to strap up and strike ignition,
come off Park street, revving my engine, and
let I be Christian.