God the Father already knew how stubborn we were
Yet He sent His Son to live and die on dirty Earth.
I hear His simple call
To follow Him around
Yet when he BRRRRRINGS! my cross,
I’m hating leaning down.
I can’t change my number
‘Cause I don’t get His wares
Of Divine Tech Support
Which wants me fixed in here.
I do as the Pharisees do, calling myself good
But God, don’t let me hang like Judas Iscariot would.