Dead Right

There's so many blessings which God wants to give
Which the folk of today can't receive;
The source, or the channel, or both are the cause
Of resistance, so love’s out of reach.

For God is an option, like icing on cake
It has been that since Adam and Eve;
The church is a club-house for those so inclined
And it matters not what you believe –

Except for one tenet that's key to it all –
“At the center of life can't be God”
Put anything else there which you can conceive
If you don't then you're more than just odd.

A line in the sand is what’s clearly been drawn,
If you cross it you're shunned by that clan
For “God is not central to life on this earth”
They'll defend that the best that they can.

So when the relief-trains come over the hill
It is bullets they get, not their thanks –
They'd rather go hungry and short of supplies
Than acknowledge God top of the ranks.

Most days I can live here and no trouble cause,
(It is quiet out here on the range)
Then some event happens to disrupt their lives –
God's resources no help without change.

Like two motel doorways, in rooms that adjoin,
One is open, the other's shut tight –
God's gifts cannot enter, bring grace to their lives –
He won't push, so they die, grace in sight.

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