False Christs

Michael Beck

The world is filled with false christs
Who want you to draw near
Hands they’ll lay upon you
And join you in your tears

They think to bear your sorrows
They wallow in your pain
They haven’t any answers
But soak up all the fame

They love the throngs that gather
They’re drunk on swaying crowds
Their egos need your feeding
But you get empty clouds

The song they sing is soothing
But healing never comes
For there is but one Savior
And He is God’s own Son

His fist was not toward heaven
Your rage He does not flame
He came and felt and suffered
And did not die in vain

He died so you might follow Him
To life abundantly
So flee the sound of other christs
Lest you be where they be

Michael Beck is a pastor in the Dallas, TX area and the main author on Signpost. Receive a daily devotional he publishes every morning via email.