In a dream I saw the pope
He was shining my shoes
He said follow after me
You will have nothing to lose
His robe was pure white
But his heart seemed black
He said with a wolves growl
The truth I like to attack
He kept shining my shoes
Then he went to wash my feet
He acted pious and humble
But I could smell his conceit
He said we clean the outside
We lay down all our stones
But just don't look within
It is full of dead men's bones
Oh yes we look so holy
With our pomp and circumstance
But in the waltz of deceit
We sway and dance the dance
The simple will still bow down
They will kiss the papal ring
Hear the song of deception
Many will continue to sing
He wiped off each of my feet
With his handy altar towel
He said I can guide you into truth
If only you will allow
No need for an encounter
No need for divine vision
I can ease your conscience
With this man made religion
The traditions of men
I can feed you in this hour
Beautiful on the outward
Yet robbing you of the power
Just going through motions
And just a game to play
All we have is the outward
It is all for display
I awoke from the dream
I thought of what I heard
I pondered about the pope
And his super smooth words
I could really care less
If the pope washes my feet
I hunger after the truth
I don't have time for deceit
Yet what about the Spirit
Who brings life and hope
I rejected words of wolves
As was spoken by the pope
My choice was obedience
Over man made tradition
And to fellowship with God
Over empty void religion
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