I'm probably going to go to Hell for this.

Sung to the tune of You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling. (Thank you to Cheesehead for the inspiration)

You never close your eyes anymore when you pray your prayers.
And there's no devotedness like before as your soul despairs.
You're trying hard not to show it, (Pastor).
But Pastor, Pastor I know it...

You've lost that lenten' feeling,
Whoa, that lenten' feeling,
You've lost that lenten' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh.

Now there's a weary look in your eyes
as you eat your midweek soup.
And now your parishioners criticize the things you do.
It makes me just feel like crying, (Pastor).
'Cause Pastor, Christ our Savior is dying.

You lost that lenten' feeling,
Whoa, that lenten' feeling,
You've lost that lenten' feeling,
Now it's gone...gone...gone...woooooah

Pastor, Pastor, you get down on your knees for hours.

If you would only love lent like you used to do, yeah.

You had some time...some time...some time you just can’t find today.

So don't...don't...don't...don't let it slip away.

Pastor (Pastor), Pastor (Pastor),
I beg of you please...please,
I’ll pray for you (I’ll pray for you),
You need my prayers (You need my prayers),
So bring it on back (So bring it on back),
Bring it on back (so bring it on back).

Bring back that lenten' feeling,
Whoa, that lenten' feeling
Bring back that lenten' feeling,
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone,and you can't go on,
noooo...

Bring back that lenten' feeling,
Whoa, that lenten' feeling
Bring back that lenten' feeling,'Cause it's gone...gone...