PRESSURE

              Do you feel the pressure
              To be a pharisee
              To tick the list of laws each day
              A working Christian be
              Being a slave to doing right
              An endless list of rules
              To earn a place in heavens queue
              With all the other mules.

              You cannot change the way God feels
              He loves us all the same
              We have nothing left to prove
              It really is a shame
              That we don't grasp His endless grace
              A gift that's free to all
              That Jesus perished to provide
              If we would heed His call.

              So lay down all your clever plans
              Your daily shopping list
              Several hours of constant prayer
              And others that I've missed
              Stand before The Lord your God
              Do just what He asks
              Be the person that you are
              Stripped of all your masks.