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.
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