The Caged God

The Lion sits in his cage We go to visit him from time to time And wonder at his majesty and might A swipe of his paw Could kill us Rend us in two And when he comes near the glass We speak to him Like we are feeding our cat Nature seems intent on killing us We seem intent on caging death And giving it a cute name God lives in the church We go to visit him from time to time And wonder at his majesty and might A swipe of his paw Could kill us Rend us in two And when we come to the altar We speak to him Like we are talking to our senile grandfather God seems intent on killing us We seem intent on caging God And we will pay in the end….