My Only Hope

Revival preacher says You’re the judge just waiting to punish my wrong

But when he sweats and spits, all I can hear is a loud gong

They carry signs & scream “Whore!” as she enters the clinic across the street

But I read that Your drawings in the dirt left stones lying at Your feet

He stands with a bullhorn screaming “God hates gays!” to anyone who will listen

But I just can’t see how this could be a part of the great commission

They celebrate the caged child whose parents just wanted a better life

But didn’t You tell me to take care of the orphan and the widowed wife?

They tell me I can’t work their job because I stand up for the voiceless & refuse to keep silent

But I know You walked into the temple & tenderly held a dove while flipping tables & getting violent

They smile on TV and line their pockets saying donate so you can have more

But I remember You saying, “Blessed are the poor”

So I guess I’m just deeply perplexed by the leaders of this “Christian” nation

But You, the One who washed my feet, are my only hope and my salvation