When I was seven,
I believed I'd go to heaven,
As I got older,
I became bolder,
Not believing I'd reach thirty,
My deeds became dirty,
And life became such a hassle,
My beliefs turned towards worm castles,
After a health scare,
At my mortality I did stare,
I kept my wife dear,
When she said remember it's faith not fear
Your doubts should be stored,
And rejoice that Christ is lord.