Hung Out To Dry

If God the father sent Christ to die
For the sins of you and I,
Wear a crown of thorns, bleed and cry
Oh dad you've hung me out to dry,
Forsaken me, nailed me high (heave and sigh) -
Then I don't understand the truth,
Of this cosmic act of child abuse.

Where one cannot do otherwise, blame
Cannot be assigned. Judas & the Jews
Constrained, fitted up, put in the frame,
A suicide null and void. A ghastly charade,
Of holy smoke and mirrors.
What conclusions should we draw from this?
What moral has been overlooked?
What meaning was missed?

That conscience makes penitents of us
In the end? Your old man doesn't
Always attend to your best interests? 
Your friends will sell you to the enemy? 
That the game plan depends upon a whim?
That a god who made all laws is bound by them?

Pause for thought. When it comes
To religion I'm wise enough to know
That once the cat's out of the bag
It's best to let it go.
If God is good, and omnipotent
Yet evil exists,
Then either he's not good, nor all powerful
Or he has a hand in it.