Memories Of Church
I remember the first time I went to church,
I was six and I will never forget walking through those
Big, magnificent, creepy, dark, wooden doors.
And I remember my mother bending down and saying to me,
"Honey this is the home of Jesus and Christ and God."
And I was like man God lives in a weird-ass looking house.
And at that time I didn't fully understand who Jesus was or what He stood for,
But the one thing that I was taught was that Jesus loves everyone.