A Different Kind of Sin

I learned to pray before I learned to love,

To keep my eyes upon the skies above.

For every feeling I could not explain,

I begged the Lord to wash away the stain.

They say my heart has chosen the wrong way,

That Heaven has no room for hearts like mine to stay.

So I have learned to fear the things I feel,

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And question if my tenderness is real.

But tell me, God, if love is such a crime,

Why did You make it beautiful this time?

If I must burn for loving who I do,

Then what does that say about the hands that made me too?

I never wished to disobey Your name,

I only wished to love without the shame.

And if your Heaven asks that I deny my heart,

Perhaps it was never Heaven from the start.