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The Big Screen
Got my bags packed: On my way,
the last five were pulled today.
Getting stiff, getting dizzy-
Stomach-shrinking from
tolerating the intolerable.
On my way to the big screen
No turning back, no detours.
Got my bags packed...not getting
off the train until I reach
“Re-play your life Avenue".
I knew it.... she got it twisted,
I was not in that picture,
never played that scene...
God will prove it on the big screen...
“I hate when people use you
as an extra, after the fact” ...
Then add you to bit parts
That you’ve never played.
Give you roles in which you
were never featured.
I was not in that picture, had no part in it.
Never played, nor practiced that scene...
I will see it on the big screen!
They said I said those words;
Stuff that I never even heard.!
Scripts I never, recited nor rehearsed.
“They’ll put words in your mouth”
the ole' folks would say.
There will be no more hearsay
No ad-lib
"We shall see said the blind man" –
because I am on my way
to the big theater in the sky...
My Creator with the remote;
Navigating through the footage
Of my life and time.
I am on my way to the
big theater in the sky...
“Oh, we shall see indeed”.
“That was not my deed”.
I am on my way to the big
theater in the sky...
“To view the Big Screen”
Revealing the whole scene.
As I sit in the front row
There you will find me:
Reviewing the:
“Re-play” of my Life.