I took the longest, darkest path to
getting that much right.
I have known God's presence by what
happens when I pray,
But you preach against my people, and I
start to lose my faith.
Your god's a winning creature; your
theology's a mess.
If God so loved the world, why should I
love it any less?
That nothing here is perfect, I had
worked out on my own,
But you'll wish your life was perfect
if I start returning stones.
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