Serving His God
I saw the old priest all in black
walking to the small town church
on a chilly late October morn, bent against the wind
the mountains a backdrop to his back
a flock of birds flew over the trees
red and gold and green
and I thought to myself, what a life
what other road could this man have chose
to fill his dreams
I don't serve god, don't serve anyone
just live alone, what a life
just memories, I have no dreams
don't worry about god, don't worry about my soul
don't worry if the world is sick or old or cold
don't call no one brother, don't get down on my knees
don't raise my eyes to heaven, don't worry about anyone's needs
what other road could I have chose
to fill my dreams
the old man unlocks the door
alone with his god he genuflects to the floor
it's no the business it used to be
in his younger days or the days of old
what of his god, what of those souls
what of a world that goes from colder to cold
something's gone wrong, it's in the air
it's been there a while, no one cares
maybe it's god's turn my friend
to come back and show himself again
he's been riding the belief wave long enough
maybe he needs to come and show his stuff
to show he really cares
to show he's out there
and as he always says to himself
"they are mere mortals, what could you expect"
how can he still expect us to believe
how can he expect us on our knees
in a world that's weary, sad and sick
it's time to come back and do more tricks
the old man still prays
will be down on his knees
until his grave
he sees a world
worried and sick
he's lived long enough
to know it's tricks
he knows man will go many ways
until he's put down in his grave
"have mercy on us all"
the old man prays
Copyright © Elaine Miller | Year Posted 2011
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