(Verse 1)
In the echo of the pulpit where the righteous reside,
Stands a man waving banners, but do we see the pride?
Charlie claims to embody a Savior, so divine,
Yet his words drip with division, have they read the sign?
“Love thy neighbor,” yet he casts stones from the shade,
Preaching unity while weaving a masquerade.
The meek and the humble turned to weapons of hate,
Can you see the contrast, or are you sealed by fate?
Remember the Good Samaritan on the dusty road?
Lifting those in need while Charlie’s judgment’s like a load.
Christ reached out to the broken, shared bread with the lost,
But all Kirk knows is power, ignoring the cost.
(Chorus)
What would Jesus do? He’d heal the bruised and broken,
Spread love like a wildfire, His heart speaking the unspoken.
Yet some say Kirk’s the answer, like Christ in the flesh,
Open up your Bibles, see the truth in the mess.
(Verse 2)
“Judge not, lest ye be judged,” the Word echoes clear,
But with a finger pointed, he’s feeding the fear.
Blind to his own faults, he can only see grime,
Ignoring the logs in his eyes, losing track of the rhyme.
He claims salvation’s a prize, yet builds the divide,
With scripture he weaponizes, spreading hatred nationwide.
“Progress is a sin,” he preaches from his throne,
But the good book demands we attend to the lone.
A vine bears its fruit, it should nourish and thrive,
But Kirk's bitter rhetoric drags souls into the dive.
“Be fruitful,” said the Teacher, but what fruit does he yield?
Just thorns in the garden where compassion’s concealed.
(Chorus)
What would Jesus do? He’d heal the bruised and broken,
Spread love like a wildfire, His heart speaking the unspoken.
Yet some say Kirk’s the answer, like Christ in the flesh,
Open up your Bibles, see the truth in the mess.
(Bridge)
Pour out the grace like the oil from the lamp,
Instead he builds cages, his language a stamp.
When Christ washed the feet, promoting serve over pride,
Kirk marches in boots, demanding respect with a stride.
(Verse 3)
The story of Lazarus, raised from the crime,
Yet judgment’s the anthem, he’s lost in the climb.
“Feed the hungry,” cries a call from the scrolls,
Yet he’s hoarding the warmth, forgetting the souls.
Comparing Kirk to Christ? That’s a sacrilege stark,
For the carpenter healer didn’t dance in the dark.
With compassion overflowing, He’d go after the one,
While Kirk turns his back, and calls for the gun.
(Chorus)
What would Jesus do? He’d heal the bruised and broken,
Spread love like a wildfire, His heart speaking the unspoken.
Yet some say Kirk’s the answer, like Christ in the flesh,
Open up your Bibles, see the truth in the mess.
(Outro)
So let the truth rise, like incense through the air,
Dismantle the facade, spread the love that we share.
May our hearts beat with mercy, like Christ’s gentle tune,
For a world built on grace, GOD will come soon
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