It’s been a few years since your dismissal
Swept away by fate, or the lords magic whistle
I could say over and over how much they miss you
We don’t know how we appear, or if there’s something friendly we should do
I would say you’re in a better place now
but I have some suspicions of what the horned beast didn’t allow
You were a friendly player, but had a bad roll
like playing with knife and fire, you’ll eventually pay the toll
when was your last celebration I can’t remember
You dug into the wise man’s pot and it began too timber
As always God is here and loves us
Still giving us the chance to recover what once was.
A fish Sherman has me hooked from cheek to cheek
even when punished he was strong, it was our spirit’s alone that needed a tweak
Humans are still the same boomeranging our decisions
we are still foolish and haven’t completely digested Jesus’ precision