Church

Scott Whitby, 2023

Daddy came from the Church of Christ

Mom was Irish Catholic, of course

We worshipped with the Presbyterians

At least until the divorce

The Methodists welcomed us after that

The stepkids and Daddy, her and me

I never really knew what they meant

When they said Jesus would set me free

Got away and married a Baptist

"Son...you better get your life in order"

There'll be brimstone and fire and hell

Said I should be a spiritual warrior

They said I can’t be a deacon

Unless I tithe just right

At least I’m not a woman

They have to sit and just be quiet

I thought I knew what Jesus said

But it's different than what I was told

Words from the grey haired men

Always seemed so very cold

The old grey men had their ideas

Did they read the words in red?

Women, children and the poor were His

Not just the ones well-bred

Tried to make it all make sense

Read the Bible through one year

I had more questions than answers

But didn’t find so much to fear

Then I found this little church

The one with genuine teaching

Don't tell anyone I said it

But I like this woman that’s preaching