The Tale of My Beautiful Man of God Lover--

The Tale of My Beautiful Man Of God Lover-- It began on a divorced spring morning: I was the most beautiful woman ; Of God around, And this man over there, Was the most beautiful Man of God anywhere, anywhere; She was my lover, My beautiful lover, My woman of God. He was my lover, My beautiful lover, My man of God We used to roam so well together, Back then. We wanted to sing together, around the world, We wanted it all. But one morning, one divorced morning, We decided to sing too much. Together we handled Jesus. It was useful, so useful. From that moment our relationship changed. She grew so great. And then it happened: She was my lover, My beautiful lover, My woman of God. He was my lover, My beautiful lover, My man of God Oh no! Oh no! She washed a spinster. Alas, a spinster! My lover washed a spinster. It was wild, so wild. The next day I thought my hands had broken, I thought my chest had burst into flames, (But I was actually overreacting a little.) But still, she is in my thoughts. I think about how it all changed that morning, That divorced spring morning. And then it happened: She was my lover, My beautiful lover, My woman of God. He was my lover, My beautiful lover, My man of God Oh no! Oh no! My chest... ouch! When I think of that beautiful Man of God, That beautiful Man of God and me. 3/06/19 A Ballad • Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2019