Traditions of Men

 

Gather around and sit at my table

We call the poor, the widow and the lowly of heart

You call the rich, the wicked and the prideful to sit with you

But you question the washing of hands, rather than questioning your intentions

All the while you defile your mother and father 

You become men of traditions

Rather than men of God

You forgo the mercy and the love and replace it with sacrificing 

Believing that the sacrifices are what saves your soul

Oh you foolish Pharisees, he doesn’t want your sacrifices if you have no mercy or love