Heaven Forbid

Heaven forbid we share and feed.
People will think we're a charity.
Heaven forbid that word get out.
People will think that's what we're about.

Heaven forbid we give food away.
People might come, and then they might stay.
And helping them out would be really tough.
Even if they did tithe, it wouldn't be much.

Heaven forbid we go too far
If we open our hearts, while the door's ajar
a hundred people could walk in,
each with their issues, their needs and their sin.

Heaven forbid we give too much.
People would take advantage of us.
They'd always keep asking for more, more, more.
We might not have that much love in store.


When God lived as a human being,
word got out that he made the lame walk,
he fed the hungry, gave sight to the blind,
and people came to hear him talk.
But he didn't want people to say who he was
until he was just about ready to die.
You and I, at this church, are we ready to die?
If not, maybe we should go take down our sign.

When I Lose All Hope In Humanity

When I lose all hope in humanity,
I'm glad I'm not a humanist.
Because then I'd be losing my religion,
and that would be a big decision.
When I lose all hope in humanity,
I feel more human and humanitarian.
Humans are stupid and they'll prove that it's true.
But I know who I am and what I've got to do.

Those You Forget

Those are the days you forget:

when you wake up and check what the rest of the world is doing

(the ones in the world that have a way to tell you),

then proceed to do what you need to do:

wash the clothes you'll need to wear,

cook the food you'll need to eat.

And those days we forget

keep us from going disheveled and hungry on the days we remember.

So lets not forget those who cannot remember

a day when they were well clothed and well fed.

If My Vagina Were a Gun

(In response to this poem by almost the same title)

If my vagina were a gun, how careful I would be,
knowing that it could mean life or death to somebody.
If my vagina were a gun, yes I'd treat it with care,
and carry it (concealed of course) with me everywhere.
If my vagina were a gun, I'd assume that it was armed
so I could keep it safe from children, and so they would not be harmed.
If my vagina were a gun, I would not lend it to just any man.
Still, there'd always be a risk that something would not go as planned.
And if my vagina were a gun, an accident could mean dead.
But the magic of vaginas is they're designed to bring life instead.

Summer Solstice

The longest day of the year.
The shortest night.
I think of those whose days are filled with fear,
their dark with fright,
so no matter where the earth does turn,
they cannot win.
Oh Lord, please give this earth
a brand new spin.

Good For Us

Being hungry is good for us.
For us, it means it's time to eat.
For us, it means we might lose something that we don't want anyway.
For us, it means the food will taste that much better.
For others, it means that there is not enough to eat.
Yes, being hungry is good, for us.

Earn Your Own Salvation

We're all born in chains of sin.
Yes, that's what we believe.
But the answer's easy:
Jesus died to set you free.
Besides, it's in our budget.
A sinner's prayer is cheap.
You can share our Jesus
and our building we can keep.
But all your earthly troubles?
They are your own creation.
So from your living hell
you must earn your own salvation.

Go Big or Go Home

You win some, you lose some,
most of us go on with either.
We say, "Go big or go home,"
but some can go neither.
It's not that they're afraid to take a risk.
they've just got nothing left to lose,
no goods left to proffer,
no option left to choose.
Life is not fair.
Some have the shorter end.
And me with the bigger–
can I be their friend?
When they must choose between two evils,
Can I give a third choice?
Can I speak for those
with no home, no way, no voice?