Bliss ✔

Red Hands

You tell me, Accept, accept!

Yet I see your own hands are red.

You tell me, Don't hate! Tolerate!

Yet when I talk about Him,

You look the other way.

I don't hate you, I told them,

I just don't like what you do.

We can talk, we can chill

‘Cause I don't hate you.

They stand at the podium,

Acceptance pours out of their mouths

For the dark acts of humans,

For the sinful deeds of the earth.

They say it's normal.

They say it's okay.

They tell us, "Society is better this way."

I don't make a comment.

I don't say a hateful word.

I don't say, “You all are evil!”

I don't say, “I'm better than you.”

So why do you talk about Christianity

Like it's the plague?

You say, Let’s not offend anyone

By talking about Jesus and what He had to say.

You tell me not to hate.

I don't hate you.

You tell me to tolerate.

I love you.

So why are your hands red?