The Lie

The devil likes to say to me
You don’t love well
And you don’t believe
There is no way to be
A sinner and a saint
And I believe…

He’s a good
Story teller in my head
Spinning yarns with just a thread
Of truth to keep me listening

The devil likes to point for me
At the ugly and bad and the poor and the weak
He lifts me up so I can see
Just who is worse than me
And I believe…

The truth will set me
The truth will set me
The truth will set me
Set me free