My Lord Is That a Recliner
MY LORD, IS THAT A RECLINER?
I keep getting phone calls that have all been ignored
And the calls are collect which I cannot afford
Someone keeps calling to tell me once again that He’s bored
So how about some psychos causing some discord in the name of our Lord
He knows precisely what we use and that which we waste
He understands all the horror filled situations I have ever faced
But I stopped rebelling when the tiger inside me no longer roared
So surely there’s a psycho to damage something because the Lord is bothered and bored
He used to look down and see blood spilled when brother fought brother
And both of them saw the stare of death in the eyes of their mother
When blue fought WITH grey God sat back in His easy chair
But He refused to settle their differences because that wouldn’t be fair
Then the slanted eyes took prisoners in a land that was their birthright
I’m telling you man, the Lord kept in sight that source of delight
Ain’t nothing funnier to God than a forty-five fighting a knife
Because he gave them all the weapons to end another’s life
When oil became an issue and a burning Bush spoke to reporters
They flanked him in wide eyed wonder and wondered about his sons and daughters
But he didn’t give a s**t about the bomb laden planes spitting fire and soared
And next time I’m giving Him your number so He can complain to you that He’s bored
©2011.…………Phreepoetree ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2011
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