Liar Liar Pants on Fire

I totally lied to one of my friends. It was a little tiny misleading that turned into a big fat ugly lie. Just like Fib on the Veggie Tales movie. Did you see that?
I have been all deeply spiritual and contemplative. I have been reading and praying and meditating. I'm, like, all holy. And then this lie slides out all smooth and easy. Just like I do it all the time. How can I be a Deliberate Christian, and sin so easy? I'm on thin ice.
If I ever lie to you, I'll tell you pretty quick. I get this nagging concience that won't let me sit still. It gets very loud in my head. The guilt squeezes tight on my heart and my head accuses me so loud that I can't think.
And it won't go away.
Damn! (that's used in context, really, so it isn't swearing. Right? Condemnation=Damnation. I think it's a very appropriate thing to say, given the circumstances. I would never say it out loud, though, that would be unladylike)
Of course, Lying isn't so ladylike, either. Everytime I think I'm doing okay, I find mud on my face again. Like a mud mask. Very purifying for the pores, as well as the soul.