Tortured Conscience - Modern Day Pharisees Lyrics
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
