Shamed by the Gospel, a short story

She was new to the church
she was new to it's ways
It consumed her nights
and ransomed her days

So when the revival came
and her words were dear
she ran to the stage
and shed a tear

she told how she loved God
and how he brought her out
she gave God a holler
He gave her a shout

but the man of God
wanted something more
he wanted more details
he wanted  more lore

Tell how you was half crazy
Tell how you was a whore
Tell how you was a thief
and the clothes you wore

Tell how you have been to jail
so many times, you can't remember
Tell how you was high from
June to December

Tell about your dear mother
whom you cheated and you plundered
Tell your worst traits
Your character's blunder

Then he said that it was a special anointing
to deliver a wretch like me
I was hard to win
I was hard to set free

I was displayed like a parrot
sitting in a gilded cage
sitting in the shame of the gospel
silently filled with rage

I just wanted to take the microphone
and sweetly, simply say
I don't want to tell you all that
Just, that he brought me a mighty long way

p/s  Testimonies glorify God, not the devil.