Frogs in Heaven

If I ever find my mind in a sermon from heaven Or ever blind as a frog in a broken earthen oven I’d hop my hump back down to earth And yawp my stump for a crown of worth Real heaven can exist in the commotion of a threshold Reckon, if you can, and resist the devotion to what you’ve been sold Through faith we create those things which brings us to believe True faith will negate the strings on our wings we can’t perceive I like the crazy notion that every day is nowadays today I live this lazy devotion that times are eternally now this way Push my timid tush up to the threatening door Mourn the twitching toad on the rainy road who cannot embrace the face of the killing floor.