I believe a believer has the freedom to move
Now, tell me, mister, what you tryin' to do?
Those things you're sayin', man, they just ain't true
You wave the Bible, you scream and you shout
But you don't have a clue what you're talkin' about
Now you been goin' through the churches
Like a Nazi for Truth
Sayin' Christian rock music is destroyin' the youth
Slanderin' your brothers that you don't even know
Ruinin' reputations every place that you go
Now you call it devil music, say it's right from the pit
Scarin' parents everywhere right out of their wits
They're goin' to your meetin's
Buyin' books and buyin' tapes
But all you're selin's legalism, guilt, and sour grapes
I know you wouldn't use it
For your Sunday mornin' service
But that ain't no excuse to get so spiritually nervous
I know you don't like it, but now listen, my friend
Just 'cause you don't like it doesn't mean it's a sin
I know it isn't heavy ministry, the lyrics are light
(I believe a believer, believe a believer)
But it's got a funky rhythm and the band is really tight
(I believe a believer, ooh...)
There's a lot more to life then being down in the groove
But I believe a believer has the freedom to move
So, won't you get off the soap box
And take off your shoes
You know it ain't the rhythm
It's the words that you use
It's not the drums or the electric guitar
It's all in the motives, it's in who you really are
So, won't you crank me up some country
Or some rhythm 'n' blues
I really don't care what kind of flavor you choose
Just let the lyrics stay clean, let the people all groove
And say, "Thank You, Jesus, for the freedom to move"
Thank You, Jesus, for the freedom to move
Thank You, Jesus, for the freedom to move
Thank You, Jesus, for the freedom to move
