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.