They lower their eyes
When their master walks by
Jump and clap when he enters the room
When the master says, "Come"
They take off and run
For fear master will lower the boom
They'll forget the needs
Of their own families
Their own households are going without
Their last dime they will give
Till they've no where to live
But secure, is their master's big house
It's misplaced loyalty
That is so hard to see
Especially among thinking men
How a People oppressed
Could now be in this mess
Except this time
"The boss" looks like them
Under guise of religion
With Bible to back it
A new slave is born;
A new work
Now the gullible think
That the church-work they do
Now eclipses the work of The Church
They are polishing cars
And laying out clothes
And driving, and cooking, and washing
They are grocery shopping
Sweeping and mopping
Repairing, and yard work, and ironing
They are standing on guard
Wiping sweaty brows
Tying shoes, fixing ties, pouring water
And the master's bad kids
Get more face time from them
Than their own neglected sons and daughters
It's one thing to say, "I appreciate"
It's another to spend one's whole life
Acting like it’s okay
To be a new slave with two masters
And thinking it’s right
From the mouth of the slave
One won't hear, "God said___"
It's always what master says do
If they'd ever just once
Crack a Bible and read it
Their freedom they'd surely pursue
But, until then
In houses across the land
The new slave can be found, near and far
If they'd do a bit more
Dance and shuffle galore
Maybe they, too, might get a new car--
Or a house, or a boat, or a plane
Or more money, more jewelry
A husband or wife
Or just their name mentioned
A little a attention
From master would be very nice
When you enter a house
You know whose it is
No matter whose name's on the door
And today, shrines to men
Masquerading as churches of God
Are like never before
Service is one thing
Slavery's another
Has the need to be praised gone too far?
It’s time to recall
God's no respecter of persons
But we members, certainly are
Are there new slave masters
That some might call "Pastor"
"Apostle", or "Bishop" or "Elder"?
How will you know?
Just watch how things flow
The next time you see one—
If seldom
Will there ever be
Less than twenty-three
Grinning, groveling, and bowing sheeple
Acting as if they forgot
They're supposed to be fed
And worshiping Jesus--not people,
Then you've found the plantation
That looks like a church
Get your keys, coat, and Bible, and run!
Search 'til you find a place
Where Jesus is praised
'Cause a slave is a slave
There just ain't no two ways
And slavery ain't never been fun.
Search 'till shackles are gone
And imposed binds are loosed
Know-- not all leaders oppress
Some do lead
And never, ever forget
The Son has set you free
And, forever, you are free indeed
That God is your portion
He is your provider
It is upon Him you depend
It is Him, and Him alone
That you serve
Perhaps, you forgot that
But never again.
VRWc2010
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