I met Jesus once, a long time ago
I loved Jesus once, now I don’t know

I fell in love with Him, I didn’t have to change first
Just as I am as the song says, He brought an end to my thirst

I longed to share his Holy love, with everyone I knew
They seemed willing to meet him, but suddenly they withdrew

Your Jesus is all about rules... and finger pointing too
I can get that in the world, I don’t need it from you

Oh could it be?
I’ve become a Pharisee

I do what is proper and right
I wish to be good in God’s sight
I cannot let undesirables ruin this house of the Lord
Where then would I go to hear his word?

Listen child, to what I have to say
I wish to have you look at it this way
I loved the unlovable, even though they rejected my name
All I ask is that you do the same

Traditions and regulations built for the respect of the Lord may soon become a prison that would lock out the love of the Lord rather than embrace Him when they become taut with judgment.

Oh dear God, please
Don’t let me be
A Pharisee


Written by Melody Lyn Wilson 3/26/03

I love the way God deals with me, though at the time I would argue.