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Giddy up

This song is written about college football in the south. team loyalty and the pilgrimage fans make to support their favorite teams.. Just so happens mine is University of Alabama = Crimson and White. 

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Lyrics

"Red Letters Ignored"

They hold a book up in the air

Like a weapon, not a guide

Circle verses they can twist

Let the rest just slide

They shout about the sinner

Point fingers in the street

But step right over Lazarus

Lying at their feet



They quote the law with perfect aim

But miss the beating heart

Built a kingdom out of fear

And call it “doing God’s part”


You don’t feed the hungry with judgment

You don’t heal the world with hate

You don’t love your neighbor halfway

Or build heaven on a gated estate

The red letters weren’t a suggestion

They weren’t written just for show

If your Jesus looks like power and gold

You don’t know the man I know



“Love the poor, forgive your enemy

Welcome those who roam”

But they close the doors of mercy

Call cruelty “protecting home”

They pray loud in public places

While the meek are left behind

Trading grace for flags and slogans

Turning faith into a brand



They talk about salvation

Like it’s theirs to give or sell

While worshiping a golden calf

They carved out of power and wealth


You don’t feed the hungry with judgment

You don’t heal the world with hate

You don’t love your neighbor halfway

Or build heaven on a gated estate

The red letters weren’t a suggestion

They weren’t written just for show

If your Jesus bows to money and men

You don’t know the man I know

(Bridge – spoken or half-sung)

He said, “Don’t judge.”

He said, “Forgive.”

He said, “Whatever you do to the least,

You do to me.”

But you built a cross out of politics

And nailed compassion to the tree.



History’s heavy with the blood

Of those forced to kneel or burn

Crusades dressed up as holy truth

Lessons never learned

This country fled the pulpit’s fist

So conscience could be free

Yet now they legislate their prayers

And call it liberty


You don’t feed the hungry with judgment

You don’t heal the world with hate

You don’t love your neighbor halfway

Or decide who’s worthy of grace

The red letters weren’t a suggestion

They cut through power and pride

And every time you use God to rule

You crucify him again inside



Care for the poor.

Feed the hungry.

Love without a border or a test.

If that makes you uncomfortable—

Maybe you’re not following Jesus,

Just the crowd that shouts his name the loudest.

Red Letters Ignored

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