A Baptism

Sundays I never felt like singing "hallelujah"

It means so little when the blood of Christ don't seem to run red through ya

But if the winkin' angel down the pew doubts too, well honey, how would you know?

But how sweet it is to be baptized in a light of your own

OG country and western songs nourished me from the start

Old Jim said the rest was just noise, but I figured some of it was art

Looted the ruins of gospel too when I was lost there in the dark

Now how holy it is to be baptized in a light of my own

Father Jude frowned hard when I suggested God was bitter in the days of old

How do you read the character of the creator in the testament as anything but cold?