I hear what mama says about you,
And what the priest says about you each day;
Mama says you save,
The priest says we are nothing but slaves,
I want to know what is true
I want to know, I want to get into you.
My friend says you’re a chess player
Papa says you’re a demon slayer,
I want to know what is true,
I want to know, I want to get into you.
Some people shudder at the mention of your name
They say to you, we are just a game.
Now if that is true, that’s quite a shame,
Cause life plus games just cause much pain,
I want to know what s true,
I want to know, I want to get into you.
A book I read says you are the stars
That you watch us here, from that far.
The little girl next door thinks
That you are like her dad and that stinks!
Cause he beats his wife
And causes so much strife;
I want to know what is true,
I want to know, I want to get into you.
Some people say you are the sun
Others say you are the power packed in a gun;
I want to know what is true,
I want to know, I want to get into you.
I’ve seen your word, they say it’s old
That reading it will make you catch a cold,
But I must know, I’ve got to know!
So, I open it open what marvelous things it shows!
You’re simply a father
A father with a huge plan
To convince the critics, the bland
That your love for them will always stand…..
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July 16, 2007 at 8:07 pm (UTC 1)
Nice!..Did you write this?
July 17, 2007 at 10:39 am (UTC 1)
Rumor is certainly a distortion of truth.
I resent the depiction here of God by rumor. I can’t believe It’s my dad he is painting
So dark, when He alone is the only source of goodness.
July 17, 2007 at 1:39 pm (UTC 1)
beautiful piece