God help me, god help me for writing this rhyme
I might be in trouble, this might be my time
For I am just small font and big God’s in Bold
Am I able to question What I have been told
Dare I challenge the view that God sits up high
Is it OK for me to look up to the sky
And wander where this MAN with the fluffy white beard
Is hiding in clouds but yet is so feared
Will I get judged and forever in hell
Can I break free from this white bearded spell?
Is perhaps there another way of talking about God
Maybe old church view is no longer mod
What if I dared to describe God as I see
Would I be labelled a burning heresy
Could possible maybe I have something to add
After all I really don’t think my brain is that bad
It’s not that I want to smash the church to bits
Quite opposite I feel weekly gatherings benefits
There’s much to be gained from rejoicing above
Coming together, sharing stories with one’s that we love
Community, values, support and some singing
With guidance, ritual and brass bowls a ringing
But many have now opted out of these sunday sessions
Leaving big gaping hole for finding life lessons
We’re realising now materialism don’t do it
Where do we turn though for weekly spiritual sit?
Well I tell you my friends it’s time for a new
Kind of church that speaks of the experience true
God that is everywhere and in everyone
You are the daughter and you are the son
Pastor Paul x
