Stop preaching words you do not live,
A hollow tongue, no heart to give.
You speak of God, yet kindness dies,
Your voice a mask, your soul in lies.

Stop raising hands in holy claim,
While cruelty burns beneath the name.
For love is more than verse or prayer,
It breathes in deeds, in how we care.

Stop preaching light with shadowed heart,
Where mercy fades, and truth departs.
The word of God is not a stage,
But living grace, not wrath or rage.

So let your actions be the proof,
Of love that stands beneath the roof.
For sermons fall like ash above,
If inside you don’t know what’s love.