Caught up in the middle of guess my gift
Mine’s the one that gives the most authority
Mine’s the one that makes me the boss, makes me king
Whatever you have will never trump my seniority

Looking in the scripture to find my title
Making me best in the big Bible recital
Come one come all the kingdom of heaven
Reserved for the elect and for the one chosen

Don’t kill me, don’t put me on your cross
Someone already died to put me in charge
Someone rose from the dead to help me secede
And leave this world drowning in its misery

Doesn’t all that sound a little odd to you
That God would send His Son to die just for me
To make me an unrighteous ruler over you
It sounds just as strange, when you say those things

Stand up in the middle of a big dog fight
Everyone’s arguing about who’s wrong or right
The scripture said all has sinned and fallen
And are in need of a savior to be our light

Don’t kill me, I am just a messenger
I didn’t write the words I speak
They’re not mine, but He who sent His own
To bring us all back and show us the way home

© 2008 Tim D. Coulter Sr.