Imagine

Imagine there’s
No preachers
Preaching hell
If you can

Imagine no god
Above us
Who just can’t
Understand

Imagine God
A Papa,
Who made us
Imperfect be

Who understands
Our aches
Who forgives our mistakes
Who knows
We are not free

To choose rightly
Under pressure
To sort our hate
Before it is too late

He loves the loser
Understands the boozer
Dispenses every cure
For us the cross
He did endure