God’s perpective

My children would rather listen R&B song,

That perverts my bible verse,

They cannot sit in a pew,

To give me what I’m due,

They think I ask too much, because I ask them to be true

Like I got nothing better to do,

So I grant every whim,

Forgive every sin,

Then watch you do in again,

Can’t pay my tides,

But I’m suppose to forgive your lies,

And all your crimes,

You give the enemy a foothold,

You  been told not to,

But you think he cool,

.  He is never there for you,

He has done horrible things to you,

I’m the one who created you.