Age of one: spoke in tongues, truth to tell it
Age of two: He said, “truth: you should sell it”
Age of three – truthfully – walked on fire
That was my start, hand to my heart, I’m no liar

Age of four: I learned more of my purpose
Age of five: led revivals and service
Age of six: I transfixed and inspired
Them early days, I did amaze, I’m no liar

By my teens, I had seen revelations
Was ordained and obtained a congregation
While my peers all were steered to youth choir
I was, I swear, a millionaire -- I’m no liar

Youth was lost to the cross and its service
All the while fixed on my larger purpose
From the church, youthful urges were hidden
(Don’t even think of doing things that’s forbidden)

Married well: girl was swell and a cutie
Had some kids, so we did do our duty
Make the Word widely heard, feel Him guide me
Try as I might, something ain’t right deep inside me

Filled with lust, ‘bout to bust, need an outlet
In the lurch: 'Old School' church -- can’t be ‘out’ yet
Feel such pain, dull my brain with a vial
And then a date with a new mate name of Lyle

I’m found out, people shout “What a scandal!”
Think me vile? Walk a mile in my sandals
Rest assured, I’m now cured of desire
That is my tale in full detail, I’m no liar