Candy-Coated Gospel

I used to love the watered-down,
candy-coated version of the gospel;
everything about it tickled my ear,
and that was enough to keep me going to church.

I loved the pretty, perfect freshly painted
pictures displayed every Sunday morning,
hell didn’t seem too scary, and I wanted my best
life now “if I knew then what I know now,” I would’ve
run far away from those tricks without looking back.