Written by Sheri Drake @ 2003

She was born to a Christian family, she was raised in a spirit filled church. She knew all the rules, she had read God’s book, she talked the talk and she had the look.

She knew her Bible, she broke no rules, she was there every week in Sunday School. She sang in the choir, the hymns knew them all but she’d never answered the Lord or his call.

She’s Sister Somebody, she might be you she might be me, she might be the man sitting next to you, she might be the deacon asleep on the pew. It’s hard to tell who these lost souls may be, they’re a highly secret society. Sister Somebody, might be you, might be me, now you can criticize and you can have a fit but you might be a hypocrite. She’s the one that needs your prayers the most, she needs to feel the touch of the holy Ghost.

Now you can do all the things a good Christian should do, you can even tithe extra to boot. You can give to the poor, give your time to the old but that won’t get you walkin the streets of Gold. Doing good things is nice it’s true but the Lord wants more than good things from you. You can do good things till you die but that won’t assure you a place in the sky.

She’s Sister Somebody, she might be you she might be me, she might be the man sitting next to you, she might be the deacon asleep on the pew. It’s hard to tell who these lost souls may be, they’re a highly secret society. Sister Somebody, might be you, might be me, now you can criticize and you can have a fit but you might be a hypocrite. She’s the one that needs your prayers the most, she needs to feel the touch of the holy Ghost.

Hallelujah, I said, Hallelujah, Oh yes, Hallelujah, One more time, Hallelujah, Hallelujah.

She’s Sister Somebody, she might be you she might be me, she might be the man sitting next to you, she might be the deacon asleep on the pew. It’s hard to tell who these lost souls may be, they’re a highly secret society. Sister Somebody, might be you, might be me, now you can criticize and you can have a fit but you might be a hypocrite. She’s the one that needs your prayers the most, she needs to feel the touch of the holy Ghost.

Music Interlude

I might be preaching to the choir when I sing you this song and I hope that you don’t take it wrong but the moral of my story should be clear to you , you won’t get to heaven by the works that you do, Oh no. You won’t get to heaven, you won’t get to heaven, you won’t get to heaven, by the works, the works, that you do.

It just ain’t gonna happen !!