Savior, Father, friend
To be there for all time
All knowing and all seeing
He said vengeance would be mine
There each time I stumbled
There each time I fell
I believed the book that said
He’d send me straight to hell
Don’t think, don’t ask don’t ever
Step outside the box
I bear the sin of Eve I must
Submit at every cost
I thought he was the only way
To enter heaven’s gate
I didn’t see that all the lies
Were filling me with hate.
One day I turned and walked a way
From the lover I had known
Father, Son and Holy Ghost
And now I’m finally grown
mary a. kaufman said,
December 31, 2008 at 1:19 am
Your poem reminds me of what I went through back in 1960 when my husband discovered I was no longer a believing fundamental Christian. For him, there was absolutely nothing to take the place for belief in God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost. I found relief in unbelief, as he did some two or three years later.