Lyrics:

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
A purifying persecution 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're felt, if we keep on chasing health and wealth
Here we sit so comfy, rich us, 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 it out, where all our money goes
We're the poorest billionaires
Jesus knows
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're felt, if we keep on chasing health and wealth

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
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're felt, if we keep on chasing health and wealth