Treasure Island

Doug Blair

(April 6,1951 / London, Ontario, Canada)

Nasty Christians Need to Learn


I shouldn't need to change you

I shouldn't need to pound

Perhaps you've been mistreated

And left with hurts profound.

Perhaps you met a Christian

Who cut you to the core

Or left you feeling dirty

And second-rate for sure.



My job is not the doctrine

To cram into your heart.

My job is dauntless loving

That sets His Church apart.

The kind that walked the seaside

And bid the hurting near

The kind that healed the wounded

And took away death's fear.



He didn't need agreement

He didn't need to win

He simply showed a kindness

That made men loathe their sin.

And He is all my pattern

And He is all my pride.

And He is waiting near you

To put His Love inside.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013

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