Because of the way I was raised That a jealous god has to be praised By constantly repenting of What they say he hates but what I love Being sorry for everything Or worrying like an offering Is what I did as a kid when I was a miserable sinner then When trying to make it work and Then when it did not to understand How it was not my fault to be Human and embrace humanity Both mine and that of others to Find the deity in me and you Not what I did but what we do We miserable sinners so they say Though less miserable than they Winners of our own humanity I know now so how I am free Of my past at last free to be me The deity in you and me is how I am no longer miserable now Steven Curtis Lance