C.H.R.I.M - Bittersweet

Yeah, Aghh
I feel trapped in the darkness with no rays of light
We claim to be the real
But I don't see Christ
Just fruits of pride
Confusion of minds
And fabrication of truths that don't suffice
Love or hate me ama break the ice
Am guilty stricken
No sinister
Am driven
No minister
Just a man in the stand on a quest for hope
Sick of teachings that chock
The soul mind body and spirit
I have to spill it
Split seas as I spit
Let em walk out of Egypt
Misconceptions on faith
They be choosing camps
Ignore the weak and the poor
Cheer the rich and famous
Crucify the nameless
Kindness based on status
Love lost and that hope is toast
Stuck in lavishness ignoring the cost
Smiles spoiled by the stakes lost
But we too blind to see
We trash Christ and name preachers our hope

Tell me
What is faith
Tell me
What is love
Tell me
What is hope
Tell me
What is grace

And I ain't trying to hate am just trying to be factual
Take a look at the fiction and compare with the actual
The stats states we been spitting in God's face
We promote hate instead of consistently preaching his grace
Check preacher's check
Check the poor in the church
Check the amount he gets
Check them beggars at the gate
Now Tell me if everything great?
Is Jesus portrayed or that faith is dead?
Homie we gotta resurrect
Salvage the scraps and spike up the faith stats
Instead of selfishly just stacking up stacks
For personal gain
I fear the world is in pain
Yet we own the cure
To speak life in our acts
All the glory to the Christ
Who tasked us
To remember them widows and orphans
And plead their cases
I pray we turn down giving pastors praises
In exchange for blessings
And fictitious favors

Tell me
Where is faith
Tell me
Where is love
Tell me
Where is hope
Tell me
Where is grace

Written by:
Christian Mwase

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