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
