I’m like the priest
Walking by the dying man
Collecting God’s money as fast as I can
I’m the older brother
When the Prodigal returned
Screaming that I never got what I deserved
I’m a little Judas
I wish I were a John
Betraying Yahweh as I’m singing His songs
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August 3, 2011 at 11:08 am |
A lot said in a few words. Powerful!
Love the last stanza.
August 13, 2011 at 1:51 am |
There’s more of me in the priest, the older brother and Judas than I want to admit.