The author, Charlie Coutts, is a teenager who lives in Idaho and has a heart for Christ
by Charlie Coutts
Woe to you Scribes and Pharisees
You’re missing the point for all your arguing.
Opposing positions although right you may be.
You’ve clouded the room with self-rightous disease.
But what good is right if truth lays and dies
Sacrificed on the altar of sugarcoated lies.
Woe to you Pharisees and scribes
You’ve talked the talk now live the life
Lies strung by hypocrites to a thin golden line
You’re looking mighty pretty but you’re rotten inside
Tell me good lookin’ whatcha doin’ tonight.
Hangin’ out with Jesus? No, I’m drinking tonight.
C’mon give it up for these cosmetic masters, C’mon what’s up? Happy ever after, disaster strikes, a shining light, watch the world realize watch your own demise life is not the way you wanted it. The way you lied to make it seem. Where’d your dreams go? what’dja really mean yo? Tried to make the weather and created El Nino.
Jesus loved everyone but this one thing He hated
When the truth is not received ’cause of the philosophies you’re paintin’
Take a time-out look at the scoreboard, at the idol you’ve made
Ringin-’round-the-rosy–Playing mind-games with Satan.
By Charlie Coutts
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