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HANDS STILL BLEED?
Lord, Our Savior,
Whose Savior are you,anyway?
Shouldn't you lead
The small and weak,
Who feel the pain that you once felt;
Those of us on our own crosses,
In the name of difference;
Our hearts impaled
With 9-inch-nails
Of their indifference?
And what of all the hypocrites,
Fools
And so called Christians,
Who treat each other how you were treated,
In your precious name;
Who judge and hurt and kill their brothers
Who don't look or live like them,
Then turn around
And try,in turn,
To give you all the blame?
'Cause I thought that you said
What they did to the least of your brothers,
They did to you.
So, it hurts,
Doesn't it,
When they put all your brothers
Through what they put you through?
And when they cry and when they pray,
Does it make it hard to sleep?
And when they scream your name,in pain,
Tell me,
Do your hands still bleed?
