35 - Like a Hypocrite

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Like a Christian

I dwell myself inside the Church

Admired the priests, all the nun

But then my sin, like an egg, waiting to hatch

The same hands I clasped to pray

Is the hands I used to sin

The same mouth I used to preach

Is the voice vulgar words had been

I bow my head, look lovingly, oh, like a hypocrite

Cry after I sin, pray hard, looking so neat

But it would not last a season, and I'll be crying again

Like a hypocrite, in me, God has nothing to gain

Do not trust me

My words are full of smashes from the pain that lingers

For I could no longer obey God, the way a Christian should be

But serve myself, inside, hypocritically

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