In solemn holiness we bow our heads.
United in Christ here we kneel.
Serving humbly each other in words and in deeds
saying loudly how good we do feel.
But closing the church door behind us we rage
at the pianist playing falsely off key
and the preacher who missed the text on that page
of Jesus scolding the Pharisee.
We talk of our brothers and sisters as though
they're the worst kind of sinners on earth.
Instead of compassion, it is malice we show
as the face of the Christian rebirth.
Dear brother, take a look in the mirror
recognising yourself your own plank.
Then, ere you turn bitter, remove all the litter,
to drink from the cup whence He drank.
