MY WAY
By Ray Mossholder
I want that apple over there,
My eating it is only fair.
Who cares God tells me there’s a law
That keeps it from my grasping paw?
When I want something I take it, see,
Because I come from a land that’s free.
A land that’s ruled by my wild will
Instead of truths from the gospel.
We burned all Bibles and the churches too
And threw God out so we could do
Whatever we want to whenever we like,
We told all Christians to take a hike.
Oh no! That guy’s got a gun
And he’s going to shoot me! End of fun.
MY WAY