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Balm in Gilead

 

Moses was a man who talked to God

Face to face at the break of the dawn

He hid himself in the cleft of a rock

God passed by and knocked his socks off

 

When the Hebrew children make a golden calf

Moses took the law and he broke it in half

I’m not a child of the Hebrews properly speaking

But I can sympathize with the way they were feeling

 

Cause I poured my heart out, I melted it down

I fashioned for you a fine golden crown

You wore it well enough, but you wouldn’t speak to me

So I want you look here you so you can see

 

Every day ‘bout a quarter to three

Daniel felt the urge to fall down on his knees

He would thank the Lord for all his troubles and trials

You could see him praying for miles and miles

 

The price for this was a little bit strange

They threw him to a lion that they kept in a cage

For some old reason that we’ll probably never know

The lion looked at Danny and said “I don’t think so”

 

Just like this man in his lonely pit

I walked the line, I never budged from it

You cast on me a disdainful eye

You took one look and passed on by

 

The friends of Daniel they were also proved

In a fiery furnace they felt the spirit move

Just as the heat became too much to bear

They felt a nice cool breeze from out of nowhere

 

That’s about all the fire I could stand

Why don’t you be my Balm in Gilead

 

My body’s on fire

But I’m still alive

I’m gonna kick that bucket

But I ain’t gonna die

WEEKLY poem

Refugee Blues

by W.H. Auden

Say this city has ten million souls,
Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes:
Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us.

Once we had a country and we thought it fair,
Look in the atlas and you'll find it there:
We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now.

In the village churchyard there grows an old yew,
Every spring it blossoms anew:
Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that.

The consul banged the table and said,
"If you've got no passport you're officially dead":
But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive.