Who Will Help Me
In my drunken state Right from Wa cucu’s den I bumped right into a crusade Of the dear brethren They had been camping for a week The message being to bring more back to the sheepfold. In my drunken state Shouting here and there with reckless abandon, Not sure am ready to give anyone any peace, Confused about these messages of a prince of peace A reconciler Yet I have been looking for something to satisfy my soul. Something apart from my dear bottle. This is only misery to me. In my drunken state I wonder if I stand a chance A chance to know something more, Find a deeper meaning, And in this state I decide to join my dear ‘brethren’. ‘Dear brethren We are gathered here For our lost brothers and sisters And I walk deep into the crowd, Mumbling something I do not understand But the dear brethren walk away from me Avoiding me like plague As if I am some kind of spirit Who carries along the multiplier effect? Ironical teachings Is this really what Jesus came down to teach?