Why Is It That When?
Why is it that?
Going to church make me cringe.
Is it because of the days way back when?
My Grandma would tell me the worlds going to end.
Is it because of years, the last days we live in?
Or is the fear that's triggered by sin.
Is it because of the drums, when the Pastor speaks?
That I might throw up my hands, and dance on my feet.
Is it because of the water, that sets up in the pew?
Your dipped a sinner, and pulled out clensed and brand new?
Is it because I know, I'll have to live straight?
So when it's my time, I'll enter God's gates.
Is it because of Mother. who just wants to see?
When God comes for them , he'll also take me.
Is it because there's no time, nor a date?
When the sky opens to wonder your fate.
Is it because, of the words sent from Heaven up high?
You must love the God that lives in the sky.
Copyright © Veranell Pounds | Year Posted 2006
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