Would God un-preach every sermon spoke in hatred The kind with hell fire burning on their lips Would He un-sing every sacred song of worship When we sing but don't mean a word of it Would He un-say every scripture said in anger The kind that's used to hurt more than to help Would He un-point all the pointed words and fingers Hold up a mirror so we can point 'em at ourselves Oh the things we do in His name I wonder if He shakes his head And thinks that's not what I meant What does hurting, the hurting, prove If we're supposed to love I wonder why we judge When grace has, graced us too When (If) it comes down to me and you (Pray we all would see the truth, maybe ask a time or two) What would Jesus undo Would He un-keep all the treasures that we're hoarding Give a couple hungry mouths some food Would He un-build all the walls the church keeps building To keep all the sinners off our pews Oh the things we do in His name Bridge Love doesn't keep score Love cares more for others than it does itself When will we realize Maybe open up our eyes and see This ain't the way it's meant to be. End