Beware of Saviours bearing no scars
For we bear this Treasure in earthen jars
For to walk the walk that Jesus did
Is to allow oneself to be wounded

Love bears the scars of rejection and hate
Love believes all things, hopes all things, shows no restraint
But continues to hurt, to pay the cost,
For those who are still so lost

Beware of perfect people preaching perfect sermons
Never showing flaws
Never dropping the façade
Seeking our applause

How can they show us how to be real
If the Truth from us they continue to conceal?
The Truth that they’re hired hands,
Seeking the approval of man?
Running from the enemy as fast as they can?
Or worse yet, working with him, hand in hand?



Joh:10:12&13
2 Cor:4:7