Beautiful Eulogy - Precious Puritans lyrics

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Beautiful Eulogy - Precious Puritans lyrics

If you would allow me a second to deal with some in-house issues here Hey Pastor you know it's hard for me when you quote Puritans Oh, the precious Puritans Have you not noticed our facial expressions? One of bewilderment, and heartbreak, like "Not you too, Pastor" You know they were chaplains on slave ships, right? Would you quote Columbus to Cherokees? Would you quote Cortez to Aztecs, even if they theology was good? It just sings a blind privilege, wouldn't you agree? Your precious Puritans They looked my onyx and bronze skinned forefathers in they face Their polytheistic, God-hating face Their shackled, diseased, imprisoned, face And taught a Gospel that said that God had multiple images in mind when He created us in it Therefore destined salvation contains a contentment In the stage for which they were given Which is to be owned by your forefather's superior, image bearing face Says your precious Puritans And my anger towards this teaching screams of an immature doctrine And a misunderstanding of the Gospel I should be content in this stage, right? Isn't that what Paul taught, according to your precious Puritans? Oh you get it, but you don't get it Oh that we can go back to an America that once were Founded on Christian values They don't build preachers like they used to Oh the richness of their revelation It must be nice to not have to consider race It must be nice to have time to contemplate the stars Pastor, your color-less rhetoric is a cop out You see my skin, and I see yours And they are beautiful, fearfully and wonderfully, divinely designed Uniqueness Shouldn't we celebrate that rather than act like it ain't there? I get it Your Puritans got it, but How come the things the Holy Spirit showed them In the Valley of Vision Didn't compel them to knock on they neighbor's door And say "you can't own people!" Your precious puritans were not perfect You romanticize them as if they were inerrant As if the skeletons in they closet was pardoned due to they hard work and tobacco growth As if abolitionists were not racists and just pro-union As if God only spoke to white boys with epic beards You know Jesus didn't really look like them paintings That was just Michaelangelo's boyfriend Your precious Puritans Oh they got it but they don't get it There's not one generation of believers that has figured out the marriage between proper doctrine and action Don't pedestal these people Your precious Puritan's partners purchased people Why would you quote them? Step away Think of the congregation that quotes you Are you inerrant? Trust me, I know the feeling Same feeling I get when people quote me like if they only knew See I get it, but I don't get it, huh Ask my wife And it bothers me when you quote Puritans, if I'm honest For the same reason it bothers me when people quote me They precious Propaganda So I guess it's true that God really does use crooked sticks To make straight lines Just like your precious Puritans