Shepherds Made of Stone

Mar 9, 2026
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Lyrics:
Verse 1 They stand up on Sunday, wearing gold on their sleeves, Talking ’bout mercy while they sharpen their teeth. They say they’re the shepherds, but they’re guarding a throne, And the flock they were given feels colder than stone. Verse 2 There’s a man on a stage asking folks for a jet, Says the Lord needs him flying higher yet. Four planes in a hangar, but he’s begging for more, While the poor in his pews can’t afford their own door. Chorus Oh, tell me how you preach love with a fist full of rage, How you talk about truth while you’re hiding your shame. You shout about sin like you’re clean to the bone, But the louder you holler, the more it gets shown— You ain’t leading the lost, you’re just feeding your throne. God help the flock under shepherds made of stone. Verse 3 They thunder ’bout purity, pointing fingers at men, But the motel lights flicker when they sneak in again. Condemning the world for the things they desire, Lighting their torches with their own secret fire. Verse 4 And the worst of the worst hide behind holy robes, Touching the innocent nobody chose. They whisper forgiveness for the crimes they conceal, But the wounds that they leave take a lifetime to heal. Chorus Oh, tell me how you preach love with a fist full of rage, How you talk about truth while you’re hiding your shame. You shout about sin like you’re clean to the bone, But the louder you holler, the more it gets shown— You ain’t leading the lost, you’re just feeding your throne. God help the flock under shepherds made of stone. Bridge If Christ walked in now, He’d overturn every seat, Drive out the liars and the wolves in the fleece. He’d say, “I never knew you,” to the ones in the light, Who traded compassion for power and spite. Final Chorus Oh, tell me how you preach love with a fist full of rage, How you talk about truth while you’re hiding your shame. You shout about sin like you’re clean to the bone, But the louder you holler, the more it gets shown— You ain’t leading the lost, you’re just feeding your throne. God help the flock under shepherds made of stone.
Short Description:
Corrupt clergy make a mockery of the religion they preach.
Credit:
Jesse Carver