Foggy Mess
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Monday I'd rejoice in the glow of Christ
Tuesday I'd proclaim that it was all lies
Then right back to my religious self
I was sure of nothing and wanted help
I first heard that doubt like an annoying bell
I believed because I was scared of Hell
Yeah I had no depth of commitment
Followed Christ to avoid the punishment
So I changed my veil, I had a spiritual schism
Dabbled in the church of atheism
Tried to rid myself of all that I could
From the Sunday school lessons of my childhood
But something I noticed internally
Like I didn't believe in God but God believe in me
Was this a feeling from the divine
Or something I made up in my mind?
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
I try to flee yet it chases happily
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
Don't you find it so frustrating
That you can really make the Bible say anything?
You can do what you want if you quote the right verse
From making fun of someone to putting them in a Hearse
I'm not saying that the book contains no truth
But we need to realize that we pick and choose
To fit God into our personal box
Maybe the point of it all is the paradox
It wasn't the Lord that disgusted me
It was my fellow followers hypocrisy
And I say that knowing 100%
I'm referring to myself as well as them
Cause I'll quickly bark out rules and laws
Forgetting I can't listen with my moving jaw
And the Bible states it quite clearly
That those who thought that way are called "Pharisees"
Now I'm not sure of the title I hold
I'd rather not have one if I can be so bold
The one thing I feel I can sink my teeth
Into is a love that forgives my enemies
And I know I'll fail with the bar so high
But something inside me compels me to try
You may call me a heretic
You can't spell that word without "eric"
Admittedly I'm scared, skiddish like a vapor
To put these thoughts down onto this paper
What if I'm disowned by my family
When I claim that "if there's a Hell, it's probably empty"?
For some it's easy just to give it up
But I'll probably always drink right from that cup
It's a foggy mess still around my head
I'm sure I'll figure it out though when I'm dead
Tuesday I'd proclaim that it was all lies
Then right back to my religious self
I was sure of nothing and wanted help
I first heard that doubt like an annoying bell
I believed because I was scared of Hell
Yeah I had no depth of commitment
Followed Christ to avoid the punishment
So I changed my veil, I had a spiritual schism
Dabbled in the church of atheism
Tried to rid myself of all that I could
From the Sunday school lessons of my childhood
But something I noticed internally
Like I didn't believe in God but God believe in me
Was this a feeling from the divine
Or something I made up in my mind?
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
I try to flee yet it chases happily
I've got a grief that resists but catches me
Don't you find it so frustrating
That you can really make the Bible say anything?
You can do what you want if you quote the right verse
From making fun of someone to putting them in a Hearse
I'm not saying that the book contains no truth
But we need to realize that we pick and choose
To fit God into our personal box
Maybe the point of it all is the paradox
It wasn't the Lord that disgusted me
It was my fellow followers hypocrisy
And I say that knowing 100%
I'm referring to myself as well as them
Cause I'll quickly bark out rules and laws
Forgetting I can't listen with my moving jaw
And the Bible states it quite clearly
That those who thought that way are called "Pharisees"
Now I'm not sure of the title I hold
I'd rather not have one if I can be so bold
The one thing I feel I can sink my teeth
Into is a love that forgives my enemies
And I know I'll fail with the bar so high
But something inside me compels me to try
You may call me a heretic
You can't spell that word without "eric"
Admittedly I'm scared, skiddish like a vapor
To put these thoughts down onto this paper
What if I'm disowned by my family
When I claim that "if there's a Hell, it's probably empty"?
For some it's easy just to give it up
But I'll probably always drink right from that cup
It's a foggy mess still around my head
I'm sure I'll figure it out though when I'm dead