Ladies and gentlemen
Bow your heads
Count your sins
And check your pockets
The preacher came in Sunday shoes
With a silver tongue and borrowed truth
He kissed the book, he raised his hand
Then sold the rain to thirsty men
He said
Be clean, be kind, be saved
Then locked the poor outside the gates
He smiled like heaven paid his rent
And called it love when the money went, amen
Amen
Amen
The preacher knows where bodies hide
He keeps a ledger by his side
One for shame and one for gold
One for stories never told
He said
Confess, confess, confess to me
While hiding knives inside his sleeves
He built a throne from other people's pain
Then washed his hands and prayed for rain
Oh, preacher
Who made you clean?
With your blood-red hands
And your mouth full of dreams
Oh, preacher
Who taught you grace?
When you sell forgiveness
With a liar's face
Amen
Amen
Amen
You point your finger like a loaded gun
At everybody coming undone
But every saint you claim to be
Looks terrified when you speak
You love the sound of a broken crowd
You love the guilt when it gets too loud
You love the fear, you love the flame
You love the sinner, but you hate the name
Oh, preacher
Who made you clean?
With your blood-red hands
And your mouth full of dreams
Oh, preacher
Who taught you grace?
When you sell forgiveness
With a liar's face
Tell me now
Was it mercy?
Was it power?
Was it God?
Or just the sound of your own voice
Echoing from the walls?
You said
Come to the water
But poisoned the well
You said
Follow the light
Then dragged us through hell
Amen
Amen
Amen
Amen
Oh, preacher
Who made you clean?
With your blood-red hands
And your mouth full of dreams
Oh, preacher
Who taught you grace?
When you sell forgiveness
With a liar's face
Oh, preacher
Fall to your knees
There's a crack in the altar
And blood in the seams
Oh, preacher
Now what will you say
When the choir stops singing
And the saints walk away?
Amen
Amen
Amen
The sermon is over
The room is empty
And nobody was saved