Forgive Me Father for I have Grinned

Forgive me, Father, for my sin’s disguise,
I grew weary of your judgmental eyes.
I traded your judgment for a book of my own,

and I’ll dodge every stone thrown.

Forgive me father for I have grinned,
Cause I got tired of you telling me that I’ve sinned.

All of us have, and the rest of us are trying.

If you say you haven’t, then you are straight up lying.

I danced on the edge of your rigid lines,
Found my freedom in the moon’s soft shine.
I let go of your rules, and embraced my own,
And I’m not afraid of the seeds that I’ve sown.

Knock knock, whose there.

Forgive me, Father, if you dare,

Sins aren’t rare at least that’s what you say.

But what do any of us know anyway.

You know they way and so do I,

but you’re the one who picks who dies.

So, between just you and I

I’d say we chose the high road, and you’re just a guy in the sky.