The Tome of Sorrow
O god, why do you mess with me so?
I am only thirteen, you know
And yet I have been called quite mad
To not love Jesus as my Dad!
And not just mad have I been called
Why, that isn't even the worst of them all!
I have been told, "O dear, O well
It looks like you'll end up in Hell!
For though you may try to love God
Your ways are perverse, incredibly wrong!"
And with a smile and a grin,
The walk away, leaving me contemplating my sin.
Maybe its just that I am wrong
That in truth I am quite spurned by God
But I don't think its very good or well
Evangelism to scream, "You're going to Hell!"
Ok, so maybe I'm different from you
So we differ on an opinion or two
But I don't think that I will listen well so
To one who claims my future to know.
I will not be sad, and that is final!
God loves me, and that is why'll
Be the best I can be
Without even converting to Christianity!
Some holy water on everyone's face
Could not improve the human race.
And if I do end up in Hell
I can smile knowing this as well;
At least if I have sinned in my life
A face my punishment, my personal strife
Like a true human yet unlost
I will not hide behind a blood-stained cross
I have hope
Though I write a Tome of Sorrow,
I dream.
I am that I am.