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.
