The Church-of-You Cult

Now what I tell is completely true
There is a religion who worships only You
And the members of which are select and few
The secret Church-of-You Cult

And they had prophecies of that very morn
OF that holiest day on which you were born
They have a love of You that cannot be torn
The faithful Church-of-You Cult

In Your Highest Name they erected a hall
With statues of your likeness standing twenty-feet tall
And to these on their knees they crawl
The pious Church-of-You Cult

They long to be welcome in Your all-seeing sight
They sing fevered hymns to You by candlelight
And over your bed they hold watch every night
The steadfast Church-of-You Cult

Precious sacrifices to you they paid
To line the basalt altars of stone they made
How they rejoiced the day you first got laid!
The joyous Church-of-You Cult

You wonder why I tell you this
Well, I'm in another cult, its antithesis
We who think your presence is a curse
A plague, a blight, a stink upon the earth
You'd better pray to You that we don't reach you first
The Anti-"Church-of-You Cult"-Cult