Thousands speak your name each day O Lord,

You’ve heard them - "Jesus Christ"

Whenever they see something that springs a great surprise

Or hurt themselves or get a shock

Just something makes them think

To call out to you without a thought

They get caught on the blink

Some add a little extra twist, and say "Jesus H Christ"

Whether "H" just stands for "holy", some think it isn’t nice

Yet to say your name is worship too

For the many – the many who don’t know you…

They have heard

of you, seen a film or read a book

Inside a Holy Bible, they’ve been known to take a look

Maybe thought it "mumbo jumbo" with the thees and thous and thines

That the faithful of a different age were apt to oft decline

The sight of a dog-collared pastor, on his way along the street

Makes some of them quicken their pace – they begin to pick up their feet

And look nonchalantly out of the way, as if to gaze on a holy man

Was to accept the sins of the world for themselves, since time itself began

They come to a church for a wedding, maybe a mate from work

Wearing something they would otherwise never put on, it’d make them look a berk!

Uncomfortable they sit in their pew, an unfamiliar place

Trying to think of greater things and wonder "what is grace?"

A hymn they may have heard before, they fumble with the text

Looking furtively at the hymnbook, to see which bit comes next

Trying to sing, yet not too loud in case somebody turns round

They feel fishes out of water on this sacred, holy ground

"Christians in waiting" is a term that might apply

not against, yet unconvinced enough Your Gospel for to buy

for their minds are churning, burning, as they seek to find their soul

Hushed, and still so reverent – it’s your house after all!

Then the bride and groom come arm in arm, proudly down the aisle

As man and wife, to the great oak door and union, walk once again outside

And you join the crowd beside them, dying for a fag

Hoping your girlfriends got a few tucked down inside her bag

But before you progress to the Dog and Duck, ham sandwiches and beer

You stop, look back at the church you just left, and wonder "did I hear

An invitation from Jesus to return, when you can, if you can bear

To know of the God who came down to Earth to take away your fear?