Just asking for a friend
(There seems to be a lot of people on Face Book asking questions for “a-friend”...
is this a way of asking for advice keeping the question at arms length?)
It feels like:-
Being sat in Gods waiting room
Waiting for my turn for heaven...
Hiding away from the world,
Hoping God will come again
Before having to get back
into
“All the World”
It feels like:-
Being sat under Jonah’s tree,
Waiting for something to happen,
Cos last time they mocked
They turned away,
Rejecting God
Listened but didn’t hear
It feels like:-
I’m sitting on my hands
Cos when I last used them
got slapped down?
Chuntering under my breath
Instead of speaking out...
Cos they laughed and mocked
the last missive, you sent...
It feel like:-
Being as much use as
a chocolate teapot
When it comes to being
An Ambassador Of God
It feels like:-
This is the last generation
Going to sit in these pews...
To pray in this holy place,
Before it gets converted
Into social housing,
Changed into a squash court
It feels like:-
The world going to crush us?
Pull us down?
Are we going to be thrashing corn in a wine press?
Fleeing in a whales belly
Hiding in an upper room,
Waiting for God to do something
Getty bored waiting for God to move?
It feels like:-
Faith’s gots tarnished
With time passing,
With the lack of foot fall
The straight and narrow way gotten covered with moss ,
The open door got choked up
with weeds...
And squeaks when the hinges movie
Cos it’s been a long time
When someone was welcome in
It feels like:-
pity parties have taken over
True worship, and praise…
that the Lion of Judah
Has gotten a little hoarse
And has lost its roar
It feels like:-
Are we praying
Here I am Lord,
Send Him?
Should we be head back to bed?
Grabbing the bible,
Talk to Jesus,
And start the day
All over again?
…Just asking for a friend...
(There seems to be a lot of people on Face Book asking questions for “a-friend”...
is this a way of asking for advice keeping the question at arms length?)
It feels like:-
Being sat in Gods waiting room
Waiting for my turn for heaven...
Hiding away from the world,
Hoping God will come again
Before having to get back
into
“All the World”
It feels like:-
Being sat under Jonah’s tree,
Waiting for something to happen,
Cos last time they mocked
They turned away,
Rejecting God
Listened but didn’t hear
It feels like:-
I’m sitting on my hands
Cos when I last used them
got slapped down?
Chuntering under my breath
Instead of speaking out...
Cos they laughed and mocked
the last missive, you sent...
It feel like:-
Being as much use as
a chocolate teapot
When it comes to being
An Ambassador Of God
It feels like:-
This is the last generation
Going to sit in these pews...
To pray in this holy place,
Before it gets converted
Into social housing,
Changed into a squash court
It feels like:-
The world going to crush us?
Pull us down?
Are we going to be thrashing corn in a wine press?
Fleeing in a whales belly
Hiding in an upper room,
Waiting for God to do something
Getty bored waiting for God to move?
It feels like:-
Faith’s gots tarnished
With time passing,
With the lack of foot fall
The straight and narrow way gotten covered with moss ,
The open door got choked up
with weeds...
And squeaks when the hinges movie
Cos it’s been a long time
When someone was welcome in
It feels like:-
pity parties have taken over
True worship, and praise…
that the Lion of Judah
Has gotten a little hoarse
And has lost its roar
It feels like:-
Are we praying
Here I am Lord,
Send Him?
Should we be head back to bed?
Grabbing the bible,
Talk to Jesus,
And start the day
All over again?
…Just asking for a friend...