what's up with looking down on others?

aren't we all just sisters, brothers?

why make clubs and bands and cliques?

why build walls or pull mean tricks?

why paste fake smiles on a face

when love that's real is wrapped in

grace?

what's up with acting all superior?

like you're as clean as your exterior?

Jesus, called them filthy graves-

for he's the only one who saves

us from insecurity

only he gives purity

make me clean, Jesus