I'm Christian

Who made the tradition to pour your heart out on the altar/ It's a rush and a rage to know that there's someone here that thinks I'm insane/ But I'm in my right mind, so please don't mind that I right my mind/ I'm crazy, in love with Jesus, who himself I have to rely on my left brain to imagine/ And I would kind of get you not liking me if I was bombing in the name of God/ But He told me to love, so my gunpowder is joy, in a casing of peace, and the wick is fear/ So when my fear finally runs out.../ Boom/ But you hate me for it/ You hate that my love insists on telling you that there's a hell, the place where the angels that fell are destined/ You hate that I warn you that along with love, God is good/ We are not good/ We spit in the face of God, used the life we've been given to satisfy our own desires/ Used the breath he gave us to curse him, we DESERVE the fire/ Think of anyone who's ever spit in YOUR face, betrayed you, enslaved you, took you to the side, looked into your eyes, and told you how much they hate you/ But if you've ever thought about what you've done to God, you'll see that you deserve death just as much as they do.../ So there God is, Take Two, but instead of the Garden of Eden, he's in the Garden of Gethsemane/ Where he knew we were sick, and was about to concoct a remedy/ So he died to take the wrath God had in store for us/ And rose three days again, for us/ Breathed the Bible, for us/ For you/ I serve a God who loved us before he punished us/