Lyrics Precious Puritans - Propaganda, Kevin Olusola

Precious Puritans

Hey Pastor you know it’s hard for me when you quote Puritans
Oh, the precious Puritans
Have you not noticed our facial expressions?
One of bewilderment, and heartbreak, like «Not you too, Pastor»
You know they were chaplains on slave ships, right?
Would you quote Columbus to Cherokees?
Would you quote Cortez to Aztecs, even if they theology was good?
It just sings a blind privilege, wouldn’t you agree?
Your precious Puritans
They looked my onyx and bronze skinned forefathers in they face
Their polytheistic, God-hating face
Their shackled, diseased, imprisoned, face
And taught a Gospel that said that God had multiple images in mind when He
created us in it
Therefore destined salvation contains a contentment
In the stage for which they were given
Which is to be owned by your forefather’s superior, image bearing face
Says your precious Puritans
And my anger towards this teaching screams of an immature doctrine
And a misunderstanding of the Gospel
I should be content in this stage, right?
Isn’t that what Paul taught, according to your precious Puritans?
Oh you get it, but you don’t get it
Oh that we can go back to an America that once were
Founded on Christian values
They don’t build preachers like they used to
Oh the richness of their revelation
It must be nice to not have to consider race
It must be nice to have time to contemplate the stars
Pastor, your color-less rhetoric is a cop out
You see my skin, and I see yours
And they are beautiful, fearfully and wonderfully, divinely designed
Uniqueness
Shouldn’t we celebrate that rather than act like it ain’t there?
I get it
Your Puritans got it, but
How come the things the Holy Spirit showed them
In the Valley of Vision
Didn’t compel them to knock on they neighbor’s door
And say «you can’t own people!»
Your precious puritans were not perfect
You romanticize them as if they were inerrant
As if the skeletons in they closet was pardoned due to they hard work and
tobacco growth
As if abolitionists were not racists and just pro-union
As if God only spoke to white boys with epic beards
You know Jesus didn’t really look like them paintings
That was just Michaelangelo’s boyfriend
Your precious Puritans
Oh they got it but they don’t get it
There’s not one generation of believers that has figured out the marriage
between proper doctrine and action
Don’t pedestal these people
Your precious Puritan’s partners purchased people
Why would you quote them?
Step away
Think of the congregation that quotes you
Are you inerrant?
Trust me, I know the feeling
Same feeling I get when people quote me like if they only knew
See I get it, but I don’t get it, huh
Ask my wife
And it bothers me when you quote Puritans, if I’m honest
For the same reason it bothers me when people quote me
They precious Propaganda
So I guess it’s true that God really does use crooked sticks
To make straight lines
Just like your precious Puritans