A Shut Out

Oh, so many years ago I came into this world
A baby from his mother’s womb, but not a baby girl
A boy was born, though not in love, another bastard child
And though he didn’t know it, he would suffer many trials

The child like a quarried stone, would soon be broken down
With all the little pieces of him falling to the ground
The world came and picked him up and threw him in the blender
A bloodied, beaten, broken mess and still he won’t surrender

He loved to kick against the goads to do his evil work
He never should have had a wife; he really was a jerk!
That selfish, greedy bastard never spent time with his kids
His drinking and carousing were the things he loved instead

A hard and cruel life awaits all those who live like that
They’re aiming for the toilet but they’re pissing in their hats
Somebody ought to strike them hard and knock them off their stool
But even many beatings won’t impress that kind of fool

You know one day the Lord will say: “this time I’ve had enough”
Your life has been pretty easy now I’m going to make it tough
The proud when hearing this will cry and lose a lot of sleep
The humble hearts will take it in and even they will weep
The Lord has turned my life around; I know my Father loves me
And everyone who comes to him he’ll probably place above me

But I would rather be a servant in my Father’s house
Than share in the wealth with those he’s keeping out