Until I see Jesus Christ,
Driving up and down my street...
In a brand new dust free Mercedes.
Then hop out from where he parks it,
To announce to devoted followers...
How beneficial subservience is.
And being oppressed is a blessing to accept.
I may consider stopping my passing judgement,
On church goers who exclaim they've been chosen.
As God's favorites.
While looking down from noses held high,
Upon others they perceive to be...
Unworthy and less fortunate.
Until I see that happen,
With it verified before my eyes...
It will be very difficult for me to respect,
All the racism, hatred, division and conflict...
Is the best life to live with God approving it.
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