God and the devil are having a laugh,
The disciples of each drink champagne in the bath.
Their liver and kidneys are rotting inside,
And the stir-fry of hell will always oblige
To indulge the sons of men, dear boy,
To indulge the sons of men.
The church and the chapel preach out at the dead,
But Sabbath days are spent laying in bed.
A rest for the body but O, what of the soul?
The funeral’s on Friday when they bury old Joe,
Words will be said,the conscience aroused,
The widow of Joe unbuttons her blouse.
Drinks and the buffet will be handed around,
And few will remember the clarion sound.
Mourners in black, lust is the theme,
Old Joe gives account of all that has been.
Tomorrow a mourner will hear the bell toll
And God and the devil will fight for the soul.
There’s silence in Heaven, the pieces are set,
The blood of the Lamb has paid the full debt.
It’s a particular redemption, the elect made to know
Their sins all forgiven, whiter than snow.
A footnote to prose, is it not this,
The reader of such might unclench their fist.
The author confesses it’s a mystery to him,
But knows in his heart that the Lord called the Christ
In the end always wins.
Immortal, invisible Satan will lie
To keep us in chains ’til the time that we die.
Don’t wait for answers, you’ll be waiting in vain,
The wind of God’s spirit is blowing again.
Think it a mercy if it blows upon you.
To be serious in word just was not my intent
But words have their mood, the night is far spent.
It is a mercy of love if we find we are blessed,
To die happy in Jesus, at peace and at rest.

R.de L.
07/10/2013