Quiet Time

I don't know what's wrong with my Bible I used to think that it was so reliable What is wrong with me Why can't I read, why can't I read my Bible Woke up this morning for a quiet time Coffee, comfy shirt and some sunshine As the sun rose it dawned on me I replaced Scripture with Reformed Theology Reformed Theology is now all I can see The systematic is organized so neatly T-U-L-I-P is all I need So I'll just read that into my Bible, my Bible When I learned about the doctrines of Grace I was sick to my stomach, offended and ashamed But over time, my senses wore down I surrendered my thoughts to the Reformed crowd When I learned about the doctrines of Grace I was sick to my stomach, offended and ashamed But over time, my senses wore down I surrendered my thoughts to the Reformed crowd I don't know what's wrong with my Bible I used to think that it was so reliable What is wrong with me Why can't I read, why can't I read my Bible He said you have eyes but do not see Could He possibly be speaking of me I overlay the text with an assumption But what justifies such a presumption Reformed Theology is now all I can see The systematic is organized so neatly T-U-L-I-P is all I need So I'll just read that into my Bible, my Bible