I am in protest
and no I won't come down
with lifted chin and a finger pointed
I am not haughty, nor am I proud.

My disdain for your wicked ways
is not the result of my own rebellion.

The fact that I can discern
between what is good and evil
is not evidence that I have fallen short
but that I have found the spirit

Don't tell me that my conviction
is simply an offense
when my conviction is the core
of what made me a Christian

Don't tell me that when I point my finger
in your direction,
I have three more pointed back at me.
I don't need your correction.
I want you to open your eyes and see.

See the wickedness
you have surrounded yourself in
and the Justice you've forgotten
see that you have set yourself beside
The deceivers and the wardens.

My plea with you from the beginning
was to come step off that pedestal
and I wished that you'd be willing
But instead you've shown yourself a fool

I will not pretend to make amends
to walk as though you've offered repentance
I refuse to be a clanging cymbal
when I stand before God's presence.