“Our Father in heaven, who once was perhaps a horrific sinner…”

Warning: this is an edgy poem meant to engage sleeping consciences over the God Never Sinned issue.

Our God Who Perhaps Sinned

Perhaps our God was a nasty brute
Perhaps our Mom was a prostitute
They are exalted now, don’t mind
If they want worship from mankind

It’s really neither here nor there
If God once had a big affair
If he has a hundred wives to spare
It doesn’t concern our salvation

Holy, holy, God now be
The one to whom we bow our knee
Whether once was not, we will not say
Our doctrine’s like a big buffet

Pick and choose what makes you stay
Whether white, or black, or shades of grey
If slitting throats doesn’t lift your chin
We’ll take it out to keep you in

Stop asking questions about God’s sins
It gets under Peter priesthood’s skin
When sacred cows start looking thin
Lie for the Lord, crank out the spin

Lie for the Lord, crank out the spin

Serve up the milk, and hide the meat
With awkward doctrines, be discreet
Whatever it takes to get them in
To serve the God who once (perhaps) committed sin