I'M Assuming God Was Busy
I stepped into a church today
And I somehow did not burn.
The congregation looked at me
And I at them, in turn.
I then simply started laughing
And I could not stop the flow.
The situation humored me
Far more than they could know.
I expected God to smite me
And to strike me where I stand
For they had always told me that
The church was holy land
Where outright sinners had no place.
For in church good Christians dwell
And being gay is the sure way
To claim a seat in hell.
I’m assuming God was busy.
Or those Christians got it wrong.
Perhaps they boldly told their tales
And strung the world along.
I guess we’ll never know the truth,
But I somehow now surmise
That even God does not believe
In faulty Christian lies.
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