Picking Adam's Apple

Let’s start over

I offer peace and you offered war

I hear longing for God and you heard excuses for whoring

I see Christians and you saw pagans

I seek to bind up wounds and you reached for a sword

I provide exegesis and you delivered cliches

I view them as personal offenses and you hunted for any public unrepented sin

I bow down before Christ and you venerated stone tablets

I make room for prodigals and you sought to destroy the Son

I hand you an icon of Jesus and you delivered the messenger to Satan

In the end it’s just you and your bucket of apples, picked freshly for Eve

While I wait and watch and wonder if you pay attention to what God really said

Ten magical words define you, but they don’t speak for themselves