Oh Lord don’t you keep me down,
Don’t you push me down to the ground.
Let me ride upon the waves of life,
Let me glide over the mountains of the earth.
Bring me up to the sky.
I did so much for you.
You did so much for me.
Can’t you see me
Digging in the trash of the corporate fortunates
Eating the hors d’oeuvres from their party?
What’s the matter Lord, don’t you need me?
Feed me, Lord, like you did the Five-thousand,
and prove yourself astounding to me.
How easy you are to the TV Evangelists.
How easy you are to the Popes and Presidents.
How easy you are to suburbia.
How easy you are to powerful America.
How easy you are
but not to me.
I see you on the cross when the church is gone.
I hear you in the malls, even the Pentagon;
I read about you on the walls and in books;
I can’t understand, I did what it took.
I see you in your great big golden chair
And hear you in the mouths of people everywhere.
Does your existence depend on the clothes they wear?
I think you’re not there.
C. 1988 Lance A Kair.