Measure

I heard You’re punishing the wicked
But i don’t know who that means
Is it the ones who starve the hungry
Or those who have to steal to eat?
Do you see their desperation
For all the mouths they have to feed
Or do your ends not justify the means

I heard you’re close to the brokenhearted
But tell me who the hell are they
Is it the censored hellfire preacher
Or gay teenage runaways?
Is it the girl who feels her body’s never fit
And tries to change
Or her mother that cries you don’t make mistakes

So when they all cry out for help
Whose voices do you listen to
The lowly and the desperate
As long as they acknowledge you?
Do you cry when priests and senators
Do cruel things in your name
Or if you were here, would you do the fucking same?

O God, you are good
But according to whom?
I know that i’ve been wrong before
And there are times i swore i heard your voice
When it was just my own
So when you say that you are good
Whose measure do you use?