The Collection Plate Is Not a Payphone

The preachers say they have my God on speed dial A ladder to the heavens once again Operator, put me through directly This time I just don’t wanna go through them I fear my calls may not have been delivered And maybe I don’t have the time to wait Now I am concerned that I’ll be buried And that the payphone in the church was just a plate I surely can’t contest the pulpit masters Indeed I have transgressed a righteous law But if it is God’s laws that I have broken Why is it a man who flaps his jaw What man can say that he will end my quarrel With the One that I offended through and through Is there a mercy store with clerks who sell forgiveness? Is there anything that God Himself will do? Never will they have to pass my message I will place my own confession in His hand At least if I'm beyond my rights to do it For that I will not answer to a man Kyle Ezra Kriticos