Churchy
They call me "Churchy"
I believe in God
Christians
The glorious facade
how easy my life must be
because when things get tough,
I get down on one knee,
I have problems like everyone else
the difference is how I handle them
I do things different and i feel you condemn.
Condemn me, go ahead
But I wont condemn you
That's not what Christians do
I will pray
I will pray that you find your way
Pray that you find God
Pray that you are healthy
pray that one day you can look in the mirror
and call yourself "churchy"
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