Jesus is the mourning star

 

Jesus rises in the east

Or in the west or where its best

Or where its worst or where its first

Or where there’s people who are cursed.

 

He spins the worlds that heaven holds

And heals the cruelest winter colds

And tells the darkness it must hide

And says he knows that people lied

 

He takes the poems that have no truth

And writes them in the book of ruth

And takes the art that shouldn’t be

And makes a better mystery.

 

He says I know you didn’t care

Except your heart is truly there

And that is why the angels fly

In God’s own glory of the sky.

Anger in the hands of a sinner’s God

 

They say we hang by just a thread

But that will sometimes cause me dread

When people need salvation fast

And I am scared they will not last

 

I feel the pressure for their case

And think the thread is my own face

And anything I say and do

Is how God chooses who is who.

 

With stuff all hinging on my life

And what I say to solve their strife

So then they tell me their demands

That cause me shackles, traps and bands

 

But that is simply not my job

To say who has to wail and sob

So next time I’ll refer them where

Our God will let me just not care.