God The Fool

For the wounds that I've inflicted, for the wounds that I've received I offer you my bitterness, I offer you my grief For the trust that I have broken, for the lies that I have told Forgive me God for giving, my heart away for gold I'm a merchant in your temple, selling sinners doves You turn over my tables with your foolishness oh God I am a sly sidewinder, a brood of vipers in your hand You're an Appalachian preacher who I cannot withstand I'm running to your altar, I'm weeping on your floor I feel your love inside my heart, I wanna feel it more You said be wise and gentle like the serpent and the dove Only heeding half of your own advice is your foolishness oh God For the snow upon the mountain, melting down into the sea I will sit with you in silence and listen to you sing I will ask you all my questions, I will waste all of your time You don't give the poet answers so the poet gives you rhyme What kind of mad man are you, taking on the worst of odds I'm chalking up my fortunes to your foolishness of God --- God The Fool - Andy Squyres