Dear Pastor Random

I was sitting in a Sunday school class in the back with my hand up. One of you laughed, it's funny

That you would ask but, I guess it's cause I had a past or a present, getting the who are you vibe

We don't like the new guy look. I don't really care for the drama, feel me, I want to see if there's really

Even a God, but if there is I believe I got a problem, cause my sin I admit is the very definite reason I hit the bottom

And I'm hoping, you notice, I got my hand up, Dear Pastor Random, help me understand what

You meant, I want to ask but (Well), seems you're on sabbatical again, hence, grabbing for my pen

When you get into a frenzy and letting me really have it, and telling me I'm an enemy never to leave my habits

You tend to be condescending, offending, and even avid and ready to speak the heavy and threatening, Keep (Uh) attacking (Uh)

Seem to relish the hellish, got a knack for hard truths, you surely don't embellish

Honestly, how I felt it, oh no, I used the F-word: feelings, sorry, I guess I should've spelled it (Ha)