"Make Heaven Crowded" lyrics

I blame my sinning on I ain't no saint
I bit my tongue, said that it ain't my place
And I've kept Jesus in the back seat
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
Than all them bars on Friday nights?
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
If we make Heaven crowded

What would the headlines and TV men 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

If all them churches had a longer line outside
Than all them bars on Friday nights
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
If we make Heaven crowded

What if we all talked to Jesus like a friend
Talked to our friends about Him
And didn't stop 'til we got everybody in

What if churches had a longer line outside
Than all them bars on Friday nights?
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, mm
If we make Heaven crowded
If we make Heaven crowded