Small Talk
Sing me tender “Hallelujahs” for my heart has broken
Rain within floods my eyes, and I’m tripping as I step
Take all my goods, I”m cashing in, just trade me for some token
That love beyond awaits me, past this veil of vain regret.
Sing me golden sweet surrender songs in dulcet lullaby
My ears are tired of all the noise that lands on me abrading
Do not disdain the manhood hid within my silent cry
Now that every joy has vanished and even hope lies fading
Life’s fortunes have just lain me low, bruised and long neglected
Rich men’s greed foils poor men’s need for money just to live
But bread alone doth not reprieve, some else needs resurrected
So sing “Hallelujahs” if you can, I’ll take whatever you can give
I need to hear, the glory songs once sung in Sabbath School
‘Twas where I learned my rights from wrongs escaping final wrath
But dogma, doctrine cannot save the earstwhile flagrent fool
Who knows but simply chooses, the compromising path.
I’ve churned through friends, but in the end, I sleep my nights alone
Away from some embracing heart, that might have healing power
Oh, if there was but one more year, new deeds might thus atone
But here I am with only you, breathing out my final hour.
So, please sing some ‘Hallelujah” to me, for God certainly is true
That gospel blood on Calvary still washes clean all sin
I just need the faith that it’s for me, as much as its for you
So, chat me through my dying task, to let such small talk win.
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