Would He kick up a stink
Would He say 'Told you so, didn't I? '
Would He smite
With sharp bite
Or metaphoric gun fight
Would I be left on my knees asking 'Why? '
'Why! ' He would shout
'I'll tell y'all about! '
'The reason why you aint comin' in! '
'I been knocking since I knew ya
'Let talk Footprints.. Sweet Hallelujah
'And round it off with that ol' chestnut original sin'
'Let's recall the other time'
'You professed you were mine'
'Then turned about, and hightailed off the path
Now I offered, honey child
You sowed your seeds, man, they were wild
And you want in now? Pete? , Do the math! '
Forgivin, yes I am
But I aint no batterin ram
And even gamblin men know when to quit
Come back humble, open hearted
We'll get back to where we started
And the needle's eye may open up a bit