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It's easy to condemn

Everyone else to death

Without looking at the ways

You contradict yourself

But it's best to remove

The plank from your eye first

Lest you just end up providing

Wood for the cross

Word has it,

Jesus died for you

But now others must

Now others must, too

Word has it,

Jesus died for you

Isn't that worth enough

Worth what you say it is

Instead of dropping wood 

For the cross

Onto villages

Drop packages

What so ever you do

To the least of these

End up providing

Wood for crosses

Jesus isn't rambo

But with some preachers that's hard to tell

Jesus isn't rambo

But he'll guard the children sent to heaven

According to the bible

There are many houses up in the stars

But is there one for those who drop crosses

But is there one for those who drop crosses from clouds

It's easy to condemn

Everyone else to death

Without looking at the ways

You contradict yourself

But it's best to remove

The plank from your eye first

Lest you just end up providing

Wood for the cross

There's splinters in the fingers

Of a man calling for armageddon 

But is that because he's pounding the pulpit

Or because he's been building crosses

And there's a catch twenty two,

To pointing all of  this out

I must stand behind the glass and create a mirror

But I damn well better also be looking at myself