Oh Lord, you know that I can hardly wait
To meet that sweet by and by
And now I see those pearly gates –
I’m gonna rock them golden stairs when I die.
I don’t appreciate the words that you spoke last night
You said your mind was like a pond when the birds take flight
You see the predator’s reddened earth left and right
Come and fight
In the light
Come and fight.
Well I remember when the weather cast a drier spell
And all your clever little voices gathered round the well
The dark perimeter simmered where the hunters dwelt
And you fell
From your shell
And you fell.
Blow summer wind
Foe and friend
Every sin you pretend to defend
I don’t accept the way you think about climate change
Your whole perspective as relentless as the shifting rains
The only finger that you lift is one in swollen pain
You’re the same
Make no claim
You’re the same.
And I don’t like the way you wear your pair of favorite shoes
You like to limp around and stab the ground you now refuse
But if you just believe the singing from the gilded pews
Every bruise
You can lose
Every bruise.
Blow summer wind
Foe and friend
Every sin you pretend to defend
Wide summer sky
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