In a stall
Written December, 1998
In a stall
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Maybe snow is falling outside the painted glass Streets are turning bright white while we sing the mass I can't see what's happening, I don't know what's going on at all I am isolated in a stall There are lots of changes I don't know about Everything is different when they let me out Sleepy congregation staring at the virgin on the wall I am isolated in a stall What's happening to the people? Doors are thick and keeping out their call I am isolated in a stall Singing lovely music, "nice artistic chord" This is more a concert than worship of the Lord! But it's my bounden duty in the winter, in the summer, spring and fall I am isolated in a stall Fights among the clergy Linen cloth and coffee in the hall Eternal isolation in a stall Sometimes we're in need of feasts and common prayer But slaves of stiff liturgy often fail to care We should be more social, preaching, working, helping those that crawl Not be isolated in a stall! Death of individuals Two millenniums of a private ball I am isolated in a stall I am isolated in a stall Help me God to sanctify the stall |
1998 Jemima & Carl-Henrik Hammarlund. All rights reserved.