| "Night Talk" |
| I can't believe these boys, How they're talking like this. They're talking 'bout doin' things, Implying more than just a kiss. We are on a retreat, It's supposed to be a Christian atmosphere. And it's not just them, I heard others talking about more than beer. I'm glad that I Am different from them; I'm glad I was raised To respect all women. I know that I, Right now, Am judging them. Some of them are all talk, But I still think that it's a pretty bad sin. I'm sorry, Lord, For the things I've done like those. I thank you, God, For the day that your Son rose. |
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| Written midnight, September 20-21, 2002 |