The Billboard Jesus
There stands a billboard Jesus
With his eyes turned to the sky
Crying to his father
Whose truth rejected for a lie
The man in the pulpit
Incased in his stone tower
Shouts and screams of damnation
With a mighty fist of power
The familiy's who believe in God
And want live his ways
Have left the congregations
Disollusioned and led astray
The gold plated trinkets
That come from the holy lands
Will never be found in these sinners hands
These family's come under labels
And they are not welcomed in
Heavy burdened and labeled
Hands steeped in sin
They don't know this Jesus
The TV preachers portray
Or do they know this Jesus
found in most churches today
Although they may not know this Jesus
They know who he is not
The Jesus these families believe in
Has been rejected and forgot
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was posted on June 1, 2008 by
Rene.
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