Got a Cross on His Face (But the Devil in His Heart)

Got a Cross on His Face (But the Devil in His Heart)                               May 12, 2006

He thought it'd help to brand himself with the cross.

He thought he'd convince others of his intentions.

He thought by burning it oh-so skin deep

He'd make you agree, you see.

 I know better than to read just the cover

Of a man with a plan in his hand.

Why, I don't even know if he cares

If he knows the difference

Between unbridled sin and the promise

Of The Man Upstairs,

Or what lies beneath in his chest

In his beating heart.

Why, the devil is in his heart.

Apparently, it is a guilty pleasure

As he walks into the church dressed up,

Bearing that cross on this face,

But who's to say that others in here

Aren't hanging around, wearing the invisible pendant?

After all, he, like so many others,

Does this for show,

And Jesus isn't a fella that they know.

It's a shame, a shame indeed,

That we have a world full of pseudo-Christians.

Give them your money, they say you'll be saved,

Doing God's work, screw Divine Grace.

Look around you, they're all around,

Wearing crosses on their faces,

But housing the devil in their hearts.

There are swarms all over the place,

And the only thing that is our saving grace

Is that there really is a God out there.