My Oculist was a Carpenter
I'm now sworn against hypocrisy, which lets me poke and prod
All the minor faults of Christians, while I miss the love of God.
I defend my rights to swindle you, as long as I can pick
One cathedral in a hundred, where the dead have caught the quick.
So I shun the men, who promulgate and serve communion bread,
As I justify the heartless things I've done with life instead.
I'll attack the credibility of all religious creeds,
To procrastinate the chances of the pastor sewing seeds.
I'll ignore the fact that Jesus came to die upon the cross
To redeem the sins that brought my soul near such a tragic loss;
As I focus on the things that drag the Lord's name through the mud,
Never mindful of the way He offered up his precious blood.
I'll enjoy the jokes that paint the Bible's narrative with smut,
While I overdose on drugs to dull the anguish in my gut.
I've no time for church on Sunday, since I'll spend the day in bed,
With a hangover of damage to my liver, lungs and head.
But this doesn't really matter, once my high tech microscope
Helps me spot the spec in your eye; so that I won't need to cope
With the knowledge that my vision's been distorted by a plank.
When I'm barred from Heaven later, I'll just have myself to thank.
I will question those afflictions that a God of love permits,
While I bless the world with dodgy deals, to prove the slipper fits;
So that God becomes a scapegoat for discomforts men have made,
Like depletion of the ozone; though God's trees have yielded shade.
I blame God for child abuse by men who infiltrated deep
Into youth groups; as it won't occur to me that God will weep
So much harder than the rest of us, when children bear a scar
Put there by someone without the gospel in his repertoire.
I can take the wide and easy road, with words to please the crowd,
Who will never know the secrets I'm afraid to voice aloud,
Of my private insecurities, which God would love to heal,
If my sour grapes gave way to humble pie for my next meal.
I'll forever point the finger at the preachers on TV
Taking tithes, because I've missed the point that my salvation's free;
If I'd make a true repentance and accept God's greatest gift
Of the sacrifice He made to fix a most expansive rift.