Stuck all day in this suit with the bible between my arms was the only present Dad set before my wish,
I became the preacher he wanted and a judge to myself,
For as I loud his righteousness
They fell to repentance,
Signs and wonders accompanied the ministry,
Why then was my conscience jailed?
My guilt pounded everyday as my heart races,
Of what Christian I be to say his words like multiples but stuck in between righteousness,
This ain't no Christianity but deceit,
For Christianity is the blood line of Christ,
I drop my Bible today and I've left for bethel,
For it became my wish to be set free!
P_D.