Why are you a thorn in my side? I actually get it now.
- Dan Popovich
- May 28
- 2 min read
Now I sit here pain in feet
Wondering about ole St. Pete
Whether he too suffers well
So that others avoid the hell
That he had to go through then
For a brother locked in pen
Like a pig that brother swilled
On the husks his belly filled
Every time I think of it
I just want to cry and sit
Alas that shall not happen here
No more gushing with the tears
I'm a man now yet still child
Of the mother meek and mild
That sitteth with the souls so bright
Wondering whence brings the night
Oh so many things she says
Off'ring supplicants there prayers.
Up to sun and moon and stars
Where there's no impeding bars
Freedom, freedom, freedom sing
Like a lovely wedding ring
Two made one and one made two
How shall I remember you
With a smile and howdy friend
Care to sit and not to rend
Shirts and curtains just because
Oh forgot those pesky laws
Better mind them gramma showed
Us how to make do with clothes
Holy holey wholey sewn
Now my mind is really blown
Did I write this or just sat
Where the Master kneeled and spat
Mixed with mud my eyes covered
I see I see now I am third
Of that triune match my folks
Room for more though no more jokes
See I'm focused like my mum
Serving others till they run
Like the wind and wear the best
Having been put through the test
Warning warning warning now
Devil waiting in the vow
Recall, recall the oath I swore
Water flowing through the door
Of the house that fathers built
Where our worshipers they knelt
Not my house oh that's for sure
Maybe someday life's a blur
Oh thank god I can now sleep
I won't whisper another peep
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