I am Cross

Our preachers are proud
They boast of God only when he gives them riches
Its never about the cross
And so I'm cross,

They speak of the cross on easter, ceremonial preachers,
Their flesh is forever weaker
Their deliverance delivers us into hands so sinister
We remain  sinners,
They too are lost
And so I am cross,

I am cross because we are at crisis
The cross is not the devil's  play ground.
Holy blood was lost
Veils torn down
So everyone could be holy,
Not holier than thou,
And so I am cross

The gospel was never meant to be a competition
But to bring us all to salvation
Sanctified and righteous before his holy throne
But our preachers, Our preachers don't listen,
They speak the gospel and forget to pair it with action
They seek power and in the process learnt  to be proud.

Proud of the material fruits which will  not see eternity
Proud of the circus shows which will not bring man to salvation,
Proud of their self righteous ways- such immeasurable  hypocrisy
It's never about the cross
And so I'm  cross

I'm cross because our preachers are proud,
They boast and take advantage of Grace
Perhaps because Grace sounds like a beautiful woman's  name
What a shame

Our preachers are lost
And we are lost with them too.