O happy day
Today ye seek refuge in
A pallet of cash
But look yonder!
Tomorrow He will wake up
In yesterday’s news
Sheltered by yesterday’s
Newspaper
Or whatever gets sent to him
(Along with rice krispie treats, his kid’s picture, and love letters)
Yesterday, he was the headline.
Whether one’s heart beat red blood
Or one’s heart beat red blood
We all want(ed) him to come home
Now he is left in the dust, alone
Counting days till Jesus takes the cross again
Perishing for the wickedness of men
Bailing out those who sell their souls
For a pallet full of cash
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