How to Get Out 

If you are professing
But starting to doubt
Here are ideas
For how to get out.

Start asking questions
About getting to Heaven
And how the group started
In 1897.

Quiz the workers
If “They” are the only Way.
Pin them down on this
And see what they say.

Make friends with Christians
And don’t try to hide it.
Use the NIV in meetings
Because they can’t abide it.

Hear Christian radio
And blog on the Net
Begin talking about it
And see what you get.

Do up your hair
And make it look cool.
Witness to your kids
And begin to home school.

Tell the workers to leave
And never come back.
Wear make-up and jewelry
And buy a red Cadillac.

Well, I could get crazy
And go on and on,
But these tricks will work
Or my name is not Don.

 

 "To the Doll Makers"

All things considered
I’m doing quite well
and the world spins on
with or without you or I

I have shed my past life
like an old skin
There are those who say
I have metamorphasized
into a cockroach from a dove
and others who believe
I have transformed myself
from an uncut diamond
into a brilliant polished one

The Shunning

CLEAR VISION

Many were the years I could not see
The kind of person God wanted me to be;
Hunting for reasons, trying to understand why
Are the answers in the books, or up in the sky?

Many were the days spent stumbling around
Where to put my feet on the shaking ground?
Tripping and falling on the rocks of confusion
Learning from teachers specializing in delusion.

2x2 PARENTAL TIRADE


Endured by most ALL ex Born/Raised Offspring

"What!? You claim 'the way, the truth and life'
is simply 'Jesus'?" (Said with great hand wringing.)
"YOU believe Jesus is 'ONE with God?'
'Saved only by Grace?' THAT'S not YOUR upbringing!"

REBORN

My soul within this womb of void
Is struggling for release.
Can ever pain's recipient
Receive rewards of peace?

Contractions of this birth canal
Are OH! So far apart
I cannot push--the babe recedes
Far back into the dark.

This fetal form recoils from life
It's painful to be born
Tho' pressure swells, subsides, resumes
It still rejects life's morn'.

TO JESUS, MY SAVIOR

You stirred my heart, and touched me soft
I felt a warmth of love,
You promised to protect my soul,
Just trust you now, forever.

But I didn't believe, I couldn't believe,
I've heard all that once before.
It wasn't true then, so why is it now,
That Jesus could be my Friend?