Jesus became a sailor with little need of boats they became a mere podium

A podium that floats, from where he would sing his sailor song assailing the blessed

Who came in droves, their ears and eyes confessed

That a simple man who spoke their tongue may darn well be the Christ

Lord of the water, Lord of the fickle wind

Lord of a hope so big our hearts may break and mend

Before the big fiasco, before the big affair

Jesus went a wilderness wandering forty times around the sun

The dire wise spirit dangled his product line for a little bit of fun

But soon resorted to a devil's dirge as it writhed before its Maker

And the searing soothing Son seemed ready to run the Jerusalem marathon

But this was no superman, no stranger to our pain

But just what the Father intended when he called Adam by his name.

Now as time marched me into the late great modern manor

I ponder his story and his song through dark nights into dawn

Never knowing if I'm a sheep or goat as

I cry out with deaf dumb leprous humanity holding out, holding on

Son of David have mercy, please restore some sanity

Dear Lord, sorry, pray do tell, what you felt wearing my thorny crown

When we made you into a bloody flag mast, windblown, we set our sails

All these ignorant years later, how did you become a mundane banner?

So, against felt time

I pray and pray and pray and...

Daddy O where's heaven?

Daddy O what's your name?

If I knew, if I saw, I would also work all day long

If I could digest the sacred bread, swill the sacred wine

I would learn to forgive and do justice from time to time

And on earth would be heaven, trial-time would be no more

Yes, your power and your glory would share a tent with time

Yes, time will tell the story and death will lose its crime

O sailing Son of Spirit give me the words to sing

O sailing Son of Spirit slay my tongue to ring

O sailing Song of Spirit I am drowning