He stood in the pulpit and spoke,
Spoke of the ills in the world,
The bad things that people do,
That people get drawn into.
They become besotted by their convictions,
Like taking a drug of choice.
They become embalmed
Into their singularity
To follow the path that is bad.
He said there is a way out,
The way to get on in life
Is to follow Jesus,
And believe in Christianity.
But surely this too
Becomes a drug of choice,
And the box gets confined,
Confined around you,
Where you cannot see outside.
And that confinement
Traps you in your life,
Where you cannot see outside,
See outside that box,
Where life is good.