blistered spirit of resentment

no need for a spiritual crutch

force fed religion

with every swallow leaves

a bad taste in your mouth

you would rather die strong

than recognize your weakness needs God

preserve the physical

eternal goes untouched

you are what you embrace

you don't hate me

I'm just like you

you hate the God that breathes in me

fear of being loved

a blistered spirit is lifeless

salvation will come when you lie flat

on your back and have no place to look but up

every knee shall bow

every tongue confess

that Jesus Christ is Lord