The Stationary Seat of Scoffers Polar opinions my peers have of me Two quite dichotomous things people see Some say Im crazy their fear tells them so Others a Saint where God leads I will go Mostly the talk that is heard is the first How Im a wreck and not far from the worst But there are plenty of others who see That theres a Light that is inside of me Many have told me they see it and smile That fills me up and Ill go the next mile I used to feel that I had to please all So I would water myself down and fall Then no one liked me and got put away Took quite some time to relinquish my clay Suffered so much to get back on my feet Thats how when Im made for sport in the street I can with Confidence walk on ahead Scoffers laugh loudly disguising their dread Ive no more dread for my Father saw fit To Redesign what was smashed into bits There scattered round on a cold dungeon floor Did He relieve me from weights that I bore Nowadays I get upset and frustrate But when I think how He spoiled my fate And Birthed me back for these things I must say Suddenly naysayers arent in the Way They stand outside in the shadows and bait Us to exchange Our Securest of states For just a cloud of putrescence and dust Ive seen too much for their nonsense to trust.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Mar 2014 21:51:13 +0000
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