Would God un-preach every sermon spoke in hatred
The kind with hell fire burning on their lips
Would He un-sing every sacred song of worship
When we sing but don’t mean a word of it
Would He un-say every scripture said in anger
The kind that’s used to hurt more than to help
Would He un-point all the pointed words and fingers
Hold up a mirror so we can point ‘em at ourselves
Oh the things we do in His name
I wonder if He shakes his head
And thinks that’s not what I meant
What does hurting, the hurting, prove
If we’re supposed to love
I wonder why we judge
When grace has, graced us too
When (If) it comes down to me and you
(Pray we all would see the truth, maybe ask a time or two)
What would Jesus undo
Would He un-keep all the treasures that we’re hoarding
Give a couple hungry mouths some food
Would He un-build all the walls the church keeps building
To keep all the sinners off our pews
Oh the things we do in His name
Bridge
Love doesn’t keep score
Love cares more for others than it does itself
When will we realize
Maybe open up our eyes and see
This ain’t the way it’s meant to be
