The Favor

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Dean Batten

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Whoever hung those stars up there
Whatever chose their place
Is playing out a symphony
With such amazing grace
The virgins and the prostitutes
Accountants, rakes and fools
God must be an Artist
If God is what made you
The church bells ring upon the hour
They're tolling out my doom
I joined up with the party that
First claimed to leave me room
But parties are dividing us
For the benefit of few
God is a comedian
And the joke is neither funny
Nor ending soon
Sometimes when I'm alone at night
I caress my own hands
And picture all the places
Where I want your kiss to land
I came as a disciple
To be a captain in your coup
God must be a farmer
Who ate
The things He grew
They're putting out the fire, now
While the vessel's still aflame
You say you like your parents
But you still hold them to blame
Your sister in the convent
Your hope hung on the wire
If God forbade your vision
Then go, my child, and prove God a liar!
A lack of motivation
Stirs often in your head
Frustrated by the prospect
That your passions might be dead
Well, I have known you better
Than you have thought before
God may give you little
But only so
You can ask for more
I try to sing the Master Song
When my voice is feeling sweet
But you see through my postures
To where I'm incomplete
Amongst this useless artifice
There's a kernel of the truth
That God is kind to Lovers
So let us do
What Lovers do
Thank God I lost my mind
While staring at the stars
There are so many of them
And they're spread so far apart
I held you on a sunbeam
You held me in the dew
God must be an artist
If God is what made you
I must owe God a favor
If God is what made you

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