COMPLAINT

Father, my dear Father, Daddy, my dear Father, tell me true: Do you really love me like you say you do?

1. I know you've done some splendid rearranging so anyone can get to heaven's gate,
but I have got some questions of a personal kind I'd appreciate if you could answer straight.
You see, this acne on my face is so embarrassing,
my legs are bowed a little at the knees.
My dentures keep on slippingand my hair is fallingout - Daddy, do you really care for me?

2. And what about the way you made me clumsy? What about the way you made me sweat?
God, I've had to cope with being me so far; still, you've got some time to change me yet. My legs are too short, my feet are too long,
my bum is bigger than it ought to be.
My left eye wanders and my right eye squints - God, it isn't fair, don't you agree?
2a. Well, I never got a special revelation,
he didn't send a vision from the clouds. Maybe it was my imagination,
but I think I got his message clear and loud.

3. (He said) I gave you everything you've got (take it or leave it) and you're the only one of your kind.
You think it's hard to love yourself - well, tough,
put yourself in my shoes sometime.
Yes, you ought to try and see how hard I find you. And I put you together, I designed you.
I know you much better than you know yourself, soifIcanloveyou theway Ido,socanyou!

I cry aloud to God... in times of trouble I pray to the Lord... Will the Lord always reject us?... Has he stopped loving us?...
I will remember your great deeds... the wonders you did in the past. Psalm 77
 


1980. A tradition has developed in the church that you can't be honest - with each other, or with God-andreallyleteverythinghangout. NotonlyisthisaninsulttoGod,whoistotallyhonest and open with us, but it's emotionally repressive, and damaging to us humans. The Old Testament, especially the Psalms, includes a lot of whingeing, and I like to be faithful to the Bible. Songs that are humorous are usually fun to sing (except when nobody laughs), and this song has the added advantage of having the word 'bum' in it - always a hit with kids.


 

Thanks ...

Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
Ray Shillabeer.
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.

THANKS, RAY!!