Give me your guidance and heal me

Give me your love, fix me

Give me God, save me

Give me your wisdom, show me

Now take my words and touch me

Grab my heart, steal my soul

Take my love and break me

Oh Mr. Reverend how can this be?

Can this be your guidance, is this so wise?

Teach me betrayal, teach me to cry

Take my life, take my tears

Take my dreams, take my God

Take my confidence replaced with fears

Oh Mr. Reverend how can this be?

Should I be sitting upon your knee?

Images of darkness, death, suicide

Specifically I can see

Scalding oil, knives and guns

Drug induced hallucinations

Now I ask myself; why didn't I run?

From this holy, wise, teacher and guide

If only he wore a warning that said;

'I'm the Reverend that's not on Gods side'