By: Cedric McClester

Lord forgive me
For thinking this way
But I don’t judge ‘em
For being gay
Though I know full well
What the pastor might say
Guess my Christian compassion
Is on full display

Is there any such thing
As Christian guilt?
When Mama’s at home
Knitting her Jesus quilt
In the very same house
That my daddy built
So there you have it
Now the beans been spilt

I might be out of line
For raising my voice
But I believe in a woman’s
Right of choice
Though it’s not the kind of news
That makes some rejoice
I felt I had to say it
Although my eyes are moist

Some are quick to condemn
Others to hell
But who made them the judges
How can they tell
If they’ll get to heaven
Ahead of the next
When we all are sinners
See that’s Bible Text

Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.