The Prodigal Truants
Filling children's heads with tales
Of sowers scattering their seed
Add to that the one about a man
Who even walked upon water
Treating fiction under the pretence
That this all actually happened
Yet when I told them that I felt unwell
They laughed and refused to believe me
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
Deserters hide away in plain sight
Whilst their masters search two steps behind
Conscientious objectors trying to preserve
What is left of their own minds
Fugitives elusive in uniform
Whilst their masters send out the wolves
Prefects with a heightened sense of smell
Judging, executing with their jaws
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
When the prodigal truants return to the fold
There's no fatted calf waiting cooked for them
They're identified as miscreants and philistines
Detain them, give them sanctions, give them lines
Punishments metered out with great aplomb
Grudges held until too hot to hold
So much for forgiving and pardoning
Its own enforcers don't seem to practice this
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
Of sowers scattering their seed
Add to that the one about a man
Who even walked upon water
Treating fiction under the pretence
That this all actually happened
Yet when I told them that I felt unwell
They laughed and refused to believe me
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
Deserters hide away in plain sight
Whilst their masters search two steps behind
Conscientious objectors trying to preserve
What is left of their own minds
Fugitives elusive in uniform
Whilst their masters send out the wolves
Prefects with a heightened sense of smell
Judging, executing with their jaws
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
When the prodigal truants return to the fold
There's no fatted calf waiting cooked for them
They're identified as miscreants and philistines
Detain them, give them sanctions, give them lines
Punishments metered out with great aplomb
Grudges held until too hot to hold
So much for forgiving and pardoning
Its own enforcers don't seem to practice this
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
But no sir, I don't believe it
How can I if I've never seen it
There is no Lord that I believe in
How can I if I've never seen him
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Writer(s): John Blair
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