There once was a man in the steeple,
He got stuck there years ago.
They built a new frame down and around;
But he could never get to solid ground.
How he got hung up is hard to say,
There was always something in the way.
Folks supposed to rise and lead,
Stabbed their own right in the back.
Schemes and secrets filled their closet;
Come gang on up like coyotes in a pack.
Now they’re stuck and can’t turn off the faucet!
Watch your step, child,
Don’t get uprooted.
This shouldn’t be surprising,
But the water is polluted.
Oh it’s ever rising!
How he preaches The Word,
They now don’t like.
Kick him to the curb!
Tell him to take a hike!
Oh be careful young one, don’t fall,
Keep guard of your eyes.
You’ll grow up soon, you’ll be asking why.
Going through the files;
Sorting out the lies.
The beast was in there too
She paced amongst the halls…
From the streets straight and narrow,
They so violently careened,
To a path all warped and harrowed.
Got to dress it up in pretty prayers;
Start splitting hairs.
What do they even mean?
They say,
It’s better in here than out there.
Sure it might be so-
But that don’t erase the pain,
Clear confusion ingrained,
Or justify the scare.
To cling to the good times, he tries so hard,
To forget and forgive the bad,
But today the songs all sound the same;
Take him back to that place in his brain.
How he wishes it wasn’t stained and sad!
Is he going insane?
My friend still wedged up in that place,
Can you come down from the steeple?
Sorry it was marred by messed up people!
Sometimes we take it down in haste,
Spur an insurrection,
Lose connection,
Swing it all in the wrong direction.
We’re all supposed to come and love;
Help others heal and find what’s real.
To offer grace, and please,
Stop clipping people in the race.
So in due time sweep up the ashes,
Go get yourself a new pair of glasses.
Look to Jesus-
He alone is sound.
He’s the only one, who,
Won’t twist you all around.
Fading Blue Owl 