I'm not saying it was right

But i get it

I get how a man's sweet nothings

Taste better than being condemned

Or how a simple touch feels

So good it's bad

I get why Eve bit the fruit

She wanted to feel good

But once she did

And all the pleasure of sweet

Melts away

The bitter aftertaste

Sets in

I asked my Father

I find my Father in every sunset I see

you have my Fathers eyes

I see Him in you too

I find my Father in the gardens

His hands as soft as petals

you smell just like Him

I find my Father in the midst of gospel

the loud keyboard the praise dancing

the panting of the Pastor preaching

your voice sounds just like Him

Where is my Father I ask you

you tell me He’s in the quiet reading

He’s in the midst of incense burning

His voice speaks latin

and He only wants a certain few

I tell you that’s not where I find my Father

my Father is in a community

Holding hands of hurt people

people who look like me

you’re Father may live in the books of your church

but mine lives in my breath when i sing

in my eyes when i read

in my feet when i praise

you ask me where my Father is

I say He’s in me and where I am