The un-made up mind,
causes stresses of all kind.
Not being sure,
then wondering if your heart is pure.
After all the years,
I've shed these type fears.
My heart is purely honest about this life,
all the bull crap strife.
I didn't create it,
so I won't take any blame in it.
Especially if I have doubt,
just what this world is about.
I live in this world,
but my mind is out of this world.
I don't think like the rest,
could care less about the test.
I know people who don't believe at all,
they'll argue you up the wall,
around the block,
all through the time clock.
At least I believe in the Lord.
My way is with the cut cord.
No puppet strings here,
not even religious fear.
Give me freedom of existence,
I'll take advantage with no repentance.
This is where my peace comes from,
being strong enough not to succumb.
Succumb to others thinking.
I do my own thinking.
I have my own Ideas,
with no judgemental fears.
Hundreds of years back,
Martin Luther went on the attack.
He fought the idea at the time,
that praying to the Lord yourself was a crime.
The Roman Catholic clergyman,
had everyone thinking,
that they had to bring to the church part of their wealth,
before the priest would pray to God for their health.
They had people thinking that God would not listen,
unless the priest was the one praying.
Martin Luther challenged this practice,
thus the age of individualism came to light.
So now we can get down
on our knees and pray ourselves.
Now these same priest in the Roman Catholic church,
have been caught molesting our children for years.
And the upper echelon was caught covering it up.
This doesn't mean all of the priest are bad,
just a few rotten apples.
We shouldn't let a few rotten
apples mess up the whole barrel.
The same applies to our police officers
and other public servants,
we shouldn't let a few rotten apples mess
the whole barrel up either.
My faith stays strong regardless.
My peace comes from not being afraid to use
my own brain that was given to me by God.
Where would your mind have been back during
Martin Luther's days, would you have listen to the
priest and carried all of your chickens and cows
to the church,
would you have went on to the church and worshiped,
then came home and got on your own knees,
Lord these priest are full of it,
I love you but I can't go for their bull.
I hope you hear me Lord.
This is the best I can do,
talk to me now.
Give me some other reasonable sign,
because the one I'm getting from the priest
just isn't registering.