by Pieter J. Friedrich
not a boy
just a man
strained at the slack rein
a fenced lamb
sought the mark of a slave
everything was a sham
so now he makes love to the devil
withering-spirit man shrieks "god is dead"
fool says in his heart there is no God
spins the dial
hates the rock
outstretched
a middle finger at the cornerstone
and so forsook the flock
shepherd knows His sheep
was he one of His?
one of a hundred
tore up the map
wandering in the wilderness
sat in his Father's lap
reached up
and gave him a slap
still the man on the radio
is expiring
radio man shrieks "you dreamed up a god"
the Man/God who is Truth
He is a stone of stumbling
stretched down and touched him
marked him with His mark
radio freak shrieks
"and now you're one of us"
did he know amazing grace?
"the wretched"
was he just trying to save face?
shattered myself once
I was found
now he cripples us all
by his choice
I have lost his trace
and he's chosen Sacrilege
to bear his pall
speakers groan at the voice
of a dead man
radio man shrieks
"god is dead and nobody cares"
all they that hate Him love death
dying
he kills himself
in a roundabout way
calls god dead
and so commits suicide
his spiritual self-murder
shreds you and me
shepherd find him
my desperate prayer
Maker remake him
even though
he doesn't care
