Went to church today,
felt the conscious stream of guilt in my hands.
When's the last time I'd been there?
Noticed the purple drapped over his body,
the candles lit next to the alter
glowing and pulling me closer to God.
Went to church yesturday,
disagreed with my religion yet again.
Just needed some where to rest myself
a steady place to believe something more.
I had nothing worth living for,
till I sat and listened to his teachings.
Will go to church again,
I need to feel the comfort of a sacred house
a familiar sting of guilt.
The steady home I looked for.
To find myself agreeing with what I already know.
I'll go to church again.