Tortured Conscience - Modern Day Pharisees

You stand across the street
Of the funeral home as they lay to rest
Their son who died at the hands
Of a violent bunch, hatred in their hearts

You add to their pain
With your signs of judgment
You have no right
To tell them
That "God hates gays"
When you yourself are no less a sinner

Self-righteous hypocrisy
Flows through
Your lips, foul stench of inquisitional hate
Hardening the hearts of those who hear
Solidifying their belief that religion is hate

You rekindle the choke of religion
Smothering out any spark of faith
Christ came to save me, not judge
Who are you to think you're less than of a sinner?

God does hate all sin
But He loves all sinners,
He died for them

Tell the lost of His love
Show them His saving grace

Instead of telling them that God
Hates their particular sin
Tell them that you'll
Pray for them
And that salvation
Can be theirs, too

You were called to be The salt and light of the world
Not to be a vessel of
Anger and hate
What in your actions shows the
Love of our Lord?
Look in your self, what do you see?

We are all sinners and we
Are all lost
We have all come short
Of the glory of God
We are no better than anyone else
The log is still in our eyes

It's the blood of Christ
That saves us all
From the fiery pits of Hell
Not your signs, not your slogans
And not your finger pointing

There is a place for accountment
But only after one trusts you
And only after you've
Shown them that any discipline
Comes from love

Christ
Is the way
The truth, and the life

Can you
Realize
The sin in you
Is no better, no worse

We cannot forget
That we were once
Lost and now are found