Not A Cheerleader Don’t wanna fly Another flag. “Tell the truth, But tell it slant” Ain’t exactly right this time. Ain’t on no team, Ain’t got all the answers, But I’ll find Him If it kills me first. I have Christ, But what we’ve all done Is like invite Him to Supper ‘Long as He stays quiet. What about the questions, Like the smoke of an unfit offering? They will not be waved away Easily with a hand. He bids us in But we stay Outside, Where it’s safe. You mind this, friend, Mind it good, You who have lived near The River: I ain’t swimmin’ Unless it leads me Home.