I enjoyed myself too much I guess it’s a sin
So I got blest out, but I’d rather be blest in
To be blest out and humiliated by one you love
Is not a pleasure or something to be proud of
I got wounded. I guess it was my own dumb fault
It seems hard to take criticism with a grain of salt
I have been wounded by love, wounded by hate
Wounded by the proud who love to humiliate
I danced like a fool and took my bows
But the dancer takes no wedding vows
I did not do it to please my mother
I did not care she had danced with another
I’ve heard there’s a place where the lame will dance
Where love is much more than a silly romance
Promises and vows are kept, and not just spoken
Hearts are mended and healed that are broken
But, you know that could happen right here on this lowly earth,
If everyone treated each other with dignity and worth
Created in God’s image and likeness we were blest in
Only God can judge or give the power to forgive sin
