bed of roses

you died in a bed of roses

we stuck the thorns right through your brain

but even then, while your children watched you bleeding,

you threw down the flower to mankind

‘hey, hey you, you were one of his disciples’

‘no, not me, I’ve never seen that man before’

‘yeh. we saw you dance with him in the garden’

‘no, no,  it’s not me, it’s not me you’re looking for…

(who is this jesus, anyway?)

ain’t it funny how the words just fall out easy

when we ask you in our beds to set us free

but when the time comes to stand up for our saviour

we run, so fast, to hide inside our sleep

now as my mask of a thousand Sunday mornings

gives me the right to be beside you when I die

I know it doesn’t matter that I’ve killed a hundred brothers

Well I did it for you and for ‘freedom’ anyway

‘Father, forgive them, they know not what they do. Father, forgive them, they know not what they do’

you died in a bed of roses

we stuck the thorns right through your brain

but even then, while your children watched you bleeding,

you threw down the flower to mankind

©tim ardouin 2012

Advertisements

~ by Fr Tim Ardouin on April 5, 2012.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

 
%d bloggers like this: