This is my gospel,
It's rather short and sweet,
This is my gospel,
A promise that I'm trying so hard to keep.
This is my gospel,
A song that rings throughout the heavens,
This is my gospel,
Hymns ring out in the silence of the morning glow.
This is my gospel,
As I try to keep my head up high,
This is my gospel,
As I resist the urge to lie.

This is my gospel,
As I kneel down at my bed,
This is my gospel,
As the thoughts of sinning run through my head.
This is my gospel,
As temptation smells so sweet,
This is my gospel,
As I hang my head in defeat.
This is my gospel,
And now I hear no sound,
This is my gospel,
As my head begins to pound.

This is my gospel,
Which is being played on repeat,
This is my gospel,
This addiction I cannot defeat.
This is my gospel,
Which presents itself as love,
This is my gospel,
Which flies its way into the above.
This is my gospel,
Screaming at me to quit,
This is my gospel,
As I lie down on the floor in a withdraw fit.

This is my gospel,
As I put the bottle down,
This is my gospel,
I see the angels above me frown.
This is my gospel,
As I let myself escape to the grave,
This is my gospel,
I hear my mother telling me "just to be brave".
This is my gospel,
As my vision begins to slip,
This is my gospel,
As I feel the quivering in my lip.
This is my gospel,
One that rings true and true,
This is MY gospel of addiction,
What is a gospel to you?