Man's Song

Where rivers run and oceans flow

I’ll guide you as you grow.

I’m sorry Father up above,

I love it here below.

And when the storm clouds rise against

I’ll be your last defense.

Forget it Father strong and brave,

I could use a rinse.

Deathly valleys, icy cliffs

My shoulder’ll be your lift.

Excuse me Father, snowshoe man,

I like exploring rifts.

I know you fear the dark of night

But I will be your light.

Damn it Father, shadows vile

My fickle soul excite.

Well you will fall, but you’ve not won,

I will send my Son.

Well I will nail him to a tree;

I think your work is done.

And as you watch, He’ll rise on high,

My love you can’t deny.

That may be true, but sure as hell

I’ll try until I die.