What do I know of the way of the cross?
Is it of any consequence?
Would I endure the Crucified next door,
Or would I build a bigger fence?

Can I call myself a brother to those
Who count the cost with their own blood,
When I grudgingly tip with cursing lip
Nine percent for half eaten food?

Centuries pass, saints continue to fall
From bullets but never from grace.
While I stand and fight and demand the right
To more privacy on MySpace.

God is not running a democracy-
We cannot vote but we can pray.
Pray that his blood is enough to cover
Us insisting on our own way.

-dedicated to those who still follow the Way of the Cross.

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