Behold they who lift the cross
but refuse to carry
the Christ who hung upon it.

Beware those who praise the Savior
who fled to Egypt,
yet despise the immigrant.

They pretend to worship
a brown-skinned Messiah,
yet judge their neighbor
by the color of his skin.

They call themselves blessed,
while storing treasures
the poor prayed for.

They let their hands and hymns rise,
but mercy does not lift within them.

Beloved Church,
the Gospel
was never meant
to protect our comfort.

It was given
to crucify our pride.

For Christ will not ask
how well we defended
our nation,
our wealth,
or our tribe.

He will ask
whether we recognized Him
in the hungry,
the stranger,
the forgotten.

And many who cried,
“Lord, Lord,”
will discover

they never truly
knew His heart.