I don’t do denominations, that’s not my style,  
No Baptist, no Catholic, no Mormon just God all the while.  
A follower of Him, wherever I roam,  
In every church’s corner, I feel right at home.  

God’s presence is with me, it’s plain to see,  
In every step forward, He’s guiding me free.  
He knows what I’m thinking, my heart’s every beat,  
A loving, funny God—how can that be beat?  

Sometimes I chuckle at the stories I read,  
Like Simon to Peter, a name change indeed!  
A rock he became, from a carpenters hand,  
God’s humor shines bright, oh isn’t it grand?  

And Jesus, so hungry, wanted a fig,  
But the tree wasn’t ready, it gave Him a dig!  
“May no one eat from you,” He said with a grin,  
Even in frustration, there’s laughter within.  

This isn’t just scripture; it’s life, it’s my guide,  
A history of love, where God’s heart resides.  
So here I stand proudly, no labels in sight,  
Just me and my Savior, in His love, I delight.  

I don’t do denominations, just follow His way,  
In every moment, in all that I say.  
With laughter and faith, I embrace this great ride,  
For God lives in me, and I’m filled with His pride!