I used to be such a fine Christian man

Or so it always seemed to me

I taught Sunday School, lived by the golden rule

And took great pride in all my piety

 

Mondays were spent leading choir at the church

Tuesdays, out doing some good deed

At Wednesday’s Bible night, I would teach the class what's right

I thought they should be guided by my creed

 

If you want to honor Him, let me tell you once again

What the Good Book says is virtuous and pure

His temple is your home, you must worship at his throne

If you want to honor Him, that's for sure

 

My wife, bless her heart, said "we're drifting apart"

I hardly ever see you anymore"

But I didn't hear, I turned the other ear

And scolded as I headed for the door

 

If you want to honor Him, let me tell you once again

What the Good Book says is virtuous and pure

His temple is my home, if I must I’ll go alone

Cause I want to honor Him, that's for sure

 

The Good Shepherd's way is to rescue every stray

So one night, the preacher said to me

“For honor to be done, make your wife your number one

If you want to honor Him, honor her"

 

No greater love is exalted above

Than that a woman gives a man

His children she bears, his hopes and joy she shares

To honor her is heaven's high command

 

If you want to honor Him, let me tell you once again

What the Good Book says is virtuous and pure

You see, honor starts at home, so don't leave your wife alone

If you want to honor Him, honor her

 

If you want to honor Him, honor her.