You cry and say "hold me"
And when he does, you shun him.
You Scream and say "Comfort me"
and when he does, you curse him.
You need and say "help me"
and when he does, you deny him.

What do you expect, my friend?
Misery and discontent wait at your door.
Do you give yourself for those who condemn you?
He did.
Do you extend your hand to those who hate you?
He did.
DO you stay true to your roots?
He did.

Instead, you hypocrite, you continue down your rotten path.
Full of destruction and sin.
Your eyes burn out, your skin peels away.
Your bones crumble and the dust falls to his feet.
And still you cry "FATHER!" Then...
As he tries to piece you back together, you spit on him.

Father is always just to forgive, always full of love.
Yet...you want no part of it.
WHen father reaches for you, you chop off his hand.
When he tries to lead you, you break his beautiful legs.
When he gives you breath, you poke holes in his lungs.
When he gives you words of wisdom you chop out his tongue.
And you continue, in like manner, to dismantle and tear at the body of your Lord.
"I love my savior" you say...
"As I mangle his body...I love him!"
"As I rip off his limbs...I love him!"
"As I curse his glorious name...I Love him!"
"Praise be to the God that I slay!"