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.