Tally

Tally up the wisemen

tell them to walk away

this star is not for wisemen

who sit on thrones and say

"You a fool I call you out!

Mark this one as dead.

I saw his soul its black throughout!

I would not feed him bread!"

Tally up the sinners

I think they number few

who call out boasting winners

would that they would spew 

They seek some shelter rain is fine

as long as they're not solely 

near those who point yet seek divine 

but fall so short of holy

Tally up the people

I think their numbers fall

who call to mind a steeple

and answer heaven's call

To gather and to bundle

all whose scars are tender

not pure of heart would crumble

from wisemen crooked mender