Knowing the Mystery

You talk to me About the bible all the time; I see you as an armor of my soul; I wish I am like you; Having the talent and courage To invite others, To return to the light. And, I pray: “O, God give me a better understanding Of knowing the mystery of your words, That I may use it, for your glory. Amen!” I know, God created us With a mind to think; So perhaps it is not by chance, That you’ve easily mastered his words, You are intelligent; I think I’ll hang more often with you, To get insight that I can use for building my life. I think I’ll study the bible every day, To have more chances of knowing him; I think I’ll enroll for a theology class, To fulfill my dream of becoming, exactly, like you. Alas, God didn’t reveal his mystery to you, ‘Cos you’ve desired to out power Him; Now, I don’t want to be like you; I better want myself, me as me, simply me; I believe you, no more! You’ve a cruel heart, like a beast… For how could you abuse a young soul, me?