Crente Celular

The singer's singing, the preacher's preaching
The church is glorifying, and he doesn't say a peep
He's inside the temple
But his mind is wandering far, far away
The fire is burning, Jesus is baptizing
The church is getting soaked, it's raining grace
And he keeps on chatting
Seems like he's chilling on a park bench

Jesus wants to talk to him, but he doesn't make time
Doesn't even leave a message with his secretary
He's the cell phone Christian, when he's not off the hook
He's out of service

Like going to the movies, he goes to church
His heart doesn't desire to be a Pentecostal Believer
When he reads the Bible, he says he doesn't understand a thing
His eyes are tired, like reading the journal
Arrives late to the service, and still gets mad
When the preacher goes a little over time
He's inside the congregation
But his heart stayed outside

Jesus wants to talk to him, but he doesn't make time
Doesn't even leave a message with his secretary
He's the cell phone Christian, when he's not off the hook
He's out of service

During the praise, during the preaching
On the day of fasting, on the day of prayer
He doesn't call anyone, if someone calls him
He's out of service, no communication
Battery's low, power's out
Doesn't feel joy anymore, can't even turn on the light
The believer who doesn't like to pray
For sure he's got beef with Jesus

Jesus wants to talk to him, but he doesn't make time
Doesn't even leave a message with his secretary
He's the cell phone Christian, when he's not off the hook
He's out of service