How can we be so far apart;
from the footsteps we vow to follow?
He has, within, a love filled heart;
we have a pump that is hollow.
He can forgive the vilest sin;
we always dwell on that sinner.
He will allow them to live again;
in forgiveness, we’re just a beginner.
He created night; to make a new day;
allowing the dead to live once more.
We pretend to show others the way;
but, live our lives to settle a score.
He walked among us, teaching love;
evil men, led Him to the slaughter;
tho you can’t follow His steps above;
just follow them, walking on water.
He taught on hillsides, in the open;
to the hungry, He could relate;
we’ve built large churches, just hopin;
we’d fill them and pass the plate.
He never ever even owned a home;
the poor and despised were His choice;
for they had little and were all alone;
and yet, they heard His voice.
Even tho designed in His lineage;
to Him, we’re lovely flowers;
for, we are made in God’s image;
He’s not made in ours.