Something strange caught my mind one day,

Pulling it like a snare,

How leaders look down their noses at us,

Refuse to be aware

They're doing exactly the thing they hate,

Their issues, they don't share.

(We've made it so they have to hide.)

I'm surprised at the things I find

When I dare look and see

In the lives of pastors, preachers

Their darkest flaws, they sleep

In secret, waiting to bare claws

Slashing when they don't preach

Destroying their lives and leaving

Us all in grief so deep.

(We've made it so they have to hide.)

Is it possible that maybe

We've set the bar too high –

Pay attention, this doesn't mean

They shouldn't care or try

But sometimes I fear that we've

Made idols – we can't deny

(We've made it so they have to hide.)

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