Help Yourself

He created us flawed, then tells us he's God/ So why trust us with the bible? He says that we're sin,  yet in the image of him/ so how are we liable? Greetings from your children, letting you know we're here/ Could we come see heaven, Our picture isn't clear/ Hopeful, we ask of you, Can we have a glimpse? Why does every priest I ask, just turn and wince?/ All knowing and true, all powerful too, But somehow hell awaits us/ Gave an angel the shoe, he's got a grudge against you/ But let him live 'just because'/ Have we had a lapse, in a past-life perhaps? We tend to irk you? Why make us with hate, why does it feel great, To bluntly curse you? Greetings from your children, letting you know we hear/ We don't want your heaven, Our picture of it's clear/ Hopeful, we ask of you, Let us heal our own limps/ your crutch is obsolete, Just Let the word leave your lips/ Let your holey words, Forever leave our shelves/ For god only helps, Those who help themselves/