Strap Myself In etc.

There is a redeemer - one who did not fall

To him I hold out my filthy hands
He reaches into my casket and pulls me from the jaws of death

He whispers, “I love you”
He whispers, “You are mine.”
He whispers, “I will never let you go.”
He whispers, “You are righteous.”
He whispers, “You are a saint.”
He whispers, “You are holy.”
He whispers, “I will finish what I began.”

And I strap myself in and hang on for the ride.




++++++++++++ (and now for something completely different)

IOG


The image of God
On the human race
You can’t always see it on every face
The Chinese boy across the aisle
The semi old man without a smile
The homeless man with change for a brew
The image of God in me and in you

The image of God
In voluptuous sluts
Crack babies, liberals and republicans
The rich and the poor
The dumb and the smart
In children who love to hear the sound of a fart

The image of God
In the many and the few
On the broad highway and past the narrow gate
Creation is valuable even in its fall
How long ‘til its wonder consumes us all?


++++++++++++++(One more for the road)


The first one hit him with a right cross
His head went back and his eye turned blue
Somebody spit and it rolled down his cheek
The punches were many and the misses were few
Isn’t he Beautiful?

His face all swollen and the blood running down
The only innocent man in the whole damn town
Isn’t he beautiful with that blood running down?