White Jesus, Blond Wisemen Poem by Ellis Letterman

You say you love everyone, but you don't love anyone
But your own damn reflection
Stained glass to glass pulpit
You're different and not to blame
Wash your hands in blood
Dare the doubters to say your name
It's wrong church, wrong people,
Wrong pastor, wrong steeple
But you all sing the same song with different tunes
In the end you're all sinners, but the others are worse
If they don't say you're right on all matters scriptural
They're liars and heretics, while you're only cruel
Don't mix up the hierarchy
Please don't ask why
God's above human knowledge
Too great to be known
But your pastor's the closest to glimpsing the throne