You say I should be unashamed I should proclaim on high to all About the Man, the God, who saved us And I should devote my life to him. But see, you twisted serpent of Scripture You're reaching for the apple And I, like Newton, merely observe As you, and the apple, fall I don't claim to be better than you Because I'm not in any way But neither are you. I'm embarrassed to say I follow Jesus Christ, I mean, Jesus Christ, have you seen the others? The self-righteous ones who picket the streets With their crosses held aloft Meant to guilt trip the masses into faith.
For all the Christians: Speak your faith, don't scream it Because the more you try to force it The less Christian you become.
I'm unashamed of Jesus. I'm ashamed of those who claim to follow him.