Father's Logical Thinking
I tried to tell me young bloke about the job behind a ‘barrer’,
and I’ll admit it’s hard to keep him on the straight and ‘narrer’.
It’s not that I have the coppers bashing down our flamin’ door,
but he always takes the long road; charging like a raging boar.
I’ve sat him down explaining why his foot keeps getting shot.
So how do you tell a teenage boy that the fire is flamin’ hot;
he has to touch the hot plate and then squeal about the scar,
but recently a battle loomed embracing our one family car.
He has earned his learners permit and therefore he’d defined,
that he had the right to use our car, and I said I don’t mind,
but first we’ll make a little deal; you get your grades out of a rut,
and do more Bible study, and for God’s sake get your hair cut!
I’ve got to give it to the lad; he stuck his head down in the books.
He’s marveled with his Bible study - but sadly with his looks
he refused to get his hair cut, and so I said there you are,
a deal’s a deal and you reneged so you don’t get the car.
He looked at me and shook his head, then mentioned that with hair,
after reading through his Bible with the people mentioned there,
like Jesus, Samson, Moses, Noah. Each let their hair grow long,
and for a moment then he had me. I thought I might be wrong.
But I had one more trump to play when he thought he’d had a win,
and it will only take one second to wipe away his haughty grin …
I said, “Son you’re right their hair was long, and it’s obvious it meant
because they refused to get it cut - they walked everywhere they went”.
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