When The Christians All Get Real
A song that Christians either love or hate. (The "suits" don't care for it...)
Not exactly Christian Rock, not exactly Gospel, not exactly Folk, not exactly Rock and Roll, not exactly Blues.
Story behind the song
"I just notice a lot.... and can't avoid writing down what I see. I don't mean to offend, but some people look for ways to be offended. I can't help them, they have to work that out for themselves."
Lyrics
WHEN THE CHRISTIANS ALL GET REAL
(words and music: Rhonda Hanson)
©1990 Grace Under Pressure Publishing House
I heard 'em laughing on TV. They said we all were fools
And no one was ever really healed by You.
They called us charlatans and thieves. They don't want us in their schools.
They don't want us in their neighborhoods.
Well, I remember how You said they would hate us in this world;
And the mocking of the dead would be felt like daggers, hurled.
And if our lives they should demand, if we fall by their hands,
Still, we will stand.
I heard a preacher on TV. He wanted us to pray
About a kingdom he had planned.
He said that when we plant our seeds to write down all our needs
And he'd read 'em in the Holy Land.
Well, I have seen the Blood You shed being trampled in the ground,
And I remember that You said that a man is better drowned
Than to cause a child to fall. The Father sees it all.
Judgement will call.
I don't know who You blame: the ones who walk in darkness
Or the ones who claim to wear Your Name.
I don't know who You fault: the ones who don't know better
Or the ones who say they know it all.
I don't know if I have ever understood
Why we resent the fire when we supply the wood.
I don't know how the world will feel
When we finally tell the truth about the lies that we conceal
And the Christians all get real.
I heard a message on TV. They said when sickness comes,
Then there is sin inside our lives.
They have some cloths they've touched in faith,
We can wear 'em when we pray
(And they honor major credit cards.)
Well, I remember how they fled when You found the den of thieves;
And I remember how You said that the subtle would deceive.
And if we live with compromise; if the world sees through our lies,
Who, then, is wise?
I don't know who You blame: the ones who walk in darkness,
Or the ones who claim to wear Your Name.
I don't know who You fault: the ones who don't know better,
Or the ones who say they know it all.
I don't know if I have ever understood
Why we resent the fire when we supply the wood.
I don't know how the world will feel
When we finally tell the truth about the lies that we conceal
And the Christians all get real.
I don't know how the world will feel
When we finally tell the truth about the lies that we conceal
And the Christians all get real.
