Wolves in Shephard's Wool

Painted wings on backs of thorns

Preaching fire while breaking bones

Through stained glass you cast your stones

At scarlet letters you've sewn

Mercury tears from lips of gold

Poisoning wells where spirits go

The lost seek water in the waste

While you guard empty gates

You polish brass on a sinking ship

(While drowning souls slip through your grip)

The incense of your sacrifice

(Smells like burning butterflies)

Crown of thorns wrapped in silk

Wolves bathed in shepherd's wool

Your temple's built on shifting sand

With pillars made of fool's gold

The graveyard in your garden grows

While you're painting roses white

The same nails that pierced His hands

You're using to nail your signs

Selling maps to holy ground

While burning bridges that He found

Trading grace for fool's crusades

Your medicine's turning to plague

The table's set for prodigals

But you've locked the garden gates

Playing servant to the law

While mercy stands and waits

Crown of thorns wrapped in silk

Wolves bathed in shepherd's wool

Your temple's built on shifting sand

With pillars made of fool's gold

The table's set for prodigals

But you've locked the garden gates

Playing servant to the law

While mercy stands and waits

Physician of the broken souls

You turned away at your doors

Your pews are filled with perfect saints

While sinners bleed on your floor

Remove the timber from your eye

Before you point out their thorns

Your church has become a throne of lies

Where hatred can flourish and thrive

The same hands that washed feet

Now raise fists of stone

The same voice that said "come"

Now declares "depart from me, and go"

Your pulpits preach damnation

While grace bleeds in the street

You've turned His house of prayer

Into your own judgment seat

You're slamming doors He died to open

Scorching paths He bled to pave

Your signs may point to heaven's gates

But your hands drag souls to their graves

Remember who He came for

Remember who you were

Before His grace found you lost

In your own burning world

He came to heal the broken

Not crown the already whole

You turned His healing fountain

Into poisoned wells of war

Tear down your towers of Babel

Built with bricks of shame

Return to being vessels

Of His mercy again

Wake up from your slumber

Your pride has built these walls

Trade your stones for open arms

Before your temple falls