Rose colored specticles

Looking down on the world through rose colored specticles.

Seeing to many Hydes and not enough Jeckyls.

We spend to much time judging our neighbors.

And not enough time on the good Lord's labors.

We see a pregnant teen which we lable a whore.

We try to puff ourselves up, then we settle the score.

We like to think we're better but what we fail to see,

Is that poor little child whose in need.

We act so selfishly.

Spiritual hypocrits,

Throwing baby fits.

I know I'm stepping on some toes.

It aint good politics.

But I'm tired,

Of trying to please the church

While that poor little child sits in the dirt.

We forget where we've been.

That we were once in sin.

And that every day, we seem to fall back in.

God didn't call us, to be judge and jurry.

He said "love me, love man, and hurry."

Because the time is near.

We're looking down on gays, for the way they live.

But if I remember right, my God said forgive.

He said "love, I'll take care of the rest."

And I really think that God knows.

Don't you agree with me?

Now I didn't say we should be accepting,

Or that there aint moral values that need protecting.

But this war, aint against man but Satan.

It's time the church stopped all the hating.

And learned to love again.