Poor men bound in persecution,
God's their portion everyday
But we don't know anybody
who lives that way
There the church grows stronger,
under politics and chains and whips
They can't explain how they
slipped right through their grip
in the politics of Mao Tse-Tung
I think they got it right,
so maybe we got it wrong

Health and wealth, we help ourselves,
and let them play the hand
that they've been dealt
Health and wealth, indulge ourselves,
a big fat belly underneath our belts
Health and wealth, we help ourselves,
and let them play the hand
that they've been dealt
We'll never understand
the Christ they've felt,
if we keep on chasing
health and wealth

Here we sit so comfy, rich
use, me and you, the USA
so far away from C-h-i-n-a
We think they need freedom
We're the ones in prison
We don't have the time
to change the world
It doesn't take long to figure out,
where all our money goes
We're the poorest billionaires
Jesus knows

And we ask God to refine us,
and pray that we would be freed,
from all our comfortable gods,
our straining and striving and
chasing the wind