You say that you are a child of God
You say you have been born again
You say that you have a place in Heaven
And forever with Him you will reign.
Your kids don’t play with the boy down the street
Because his parents are both unemployed
The thought that you may now have to help ease their pain
Leaves you feeling much more than annoyed.
You sing in the choir every Sunday a.m.
You teach the kindergarten Sunday School class
You have dinner with the Pastor at least once a week
Your donations and offerings are unsurpassed
You just can’t believe those guys in the mall
Holding hands, it is such a disgrace
You roll your eyes as they pass you by
You know God will put them in their place.
Love thy neighbor as you love yourself…
Surely, He doesn’t mean THEM
It’s more blessed to give than to receive…
But you are sure laziness must be condemned.
It’s tax time again, oh where are those stubs
The largest was for that mission…
Was it food or bibles? You really can’t recall
But your check sure gained much recognition.
You cross the street so you don’t have to pass
The man with the tattered old clothes
He’ll hold out his hand for something you own
It’s not your fault, this life that he chose.
…need I go on?  And we call ourselves a Christian Nation!