Some folks claim to really know God
The pastors, the preacher man, the priest in synagogues
They use the Bible as a weapon to strike down the unjust
Proclaiming one day the world will burn with fire, and we’ll all be turned to dust
Trying to persuade me to believe ALL things they say are true
But my mama once taught me that the devil knows the Bible too
So instead of believing in man I choose to believe in Christ instead
And it ain’t my job to save mankind, just those who want His helping hand
Some people make God out to be some type of monster
Who will strike down and kill us all
With no mercy, no understanding, no willingness to hear us at all
But in my heart Christ has always been a merciful man
Who forgave a murderer before his took his last breathe and died right beside Him
Oh trust me, there will be hell to pay for those who choose to cross Him
That shed innocent blood, used his name in vain, and doubt Him
As for me, I can’t say that I’m a guarantee “shoe-in” for heaven
But while I’m here, I acknowledge him. I just pray that I get to heaven.
But I’ve never been seamless in character and occasionally I do get scared
I worry when I’m not supposed to, and sometimes gave into fear
I mess up all the time and even cursed out of frustration
Had some bad behavior and fell into temptation
And still have the nerve to walk in church on Sunday morning
Singing “Hallelujah, Praise Jesus!” like my life is just so perfect,
I bet God looks at me sometimes and shakes his head
Saying, “What kind of child did I create there?”
Well Lord, I guess I’m the definition of an unperfected Christian
That prays you love me anyway, and sees my heart and not my horrible decisions
I would love to tell you that I will never do it again
But you and I both know I’d be lying
With that being said, I now have a message for all you preachers and spiritual souls,
You God-loving church folk, and the “sometimes-I-go-to-church” individuals,
You may not realize, but your closest thing to a Bible that most people will ever read
And if you call yourself a Christian don’t be so quick to judge me
Cause I’m pretty sure that if I opened your closet, some skeletons will surely fall out
And you’ll be standing there dumbfound, trying to justify it, or lie your way out
So instead of the unnecessary back and forth on whose right and what’s wrong
Let us just agree that we’re both some messed up souls
But together we can unite and find more unworthy Christians
And teach them that God loves them too, and how easier life will be if we follow by His submission.
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