Summer wind blowing the grass on a hill
When was the last time that I stood still?
The wondering comes and goes, but it's sometimes clear
I look for the Voice that will move like the wind
I pray that I don't blow it off again
The rumbling man and my eyes have me trying not to hear
And I'm hoping there's nothing to fear
Let the truth set me free
Yesterday tries to remind me to see
Over the towers
The place I must be
The lock on the door when it opens the room with the key
I complicate matters believing in man
Forgetting to look at the misshapen plans
It points at the one thing that sometimes is easy to see
That's not always how it should be
Super-Ego's been inflated
Wonder why we hide inside and die
And should we all believe a lie . . .
Sunday I went to the "Church of the Hair"
Just like the boardwalk or a big county fair
I watch the commercial and try hard to just take it in
He said, "Just believe and get anything
A red Lamborghini
A big diamond ring
Don't worry about the hungry and poor
We can pray for them"
And I wonder what God thinks of him