Rumours of Glory
It’s all supposed to be over I hear
But all that leads me to is fear
Sin’s been put to rest Over and done
Yet the rumours of its demise are a bit overdone
Cause for me there’s a present reality
That devastates me regularly
As I am more conformed I see
A blackened sky inside my head
Leaves me cold and oh so dead
Folly not to fear Folly not to fear
Rumors of glory draw a tear.
But It’s folly not to fear.
Don’t claim to be a Jekyll and Hyde
Cause my Jekyll’s enough for the pain and the pride
Don’t need to blame my broken bones
On anyone but me and me alone…
It doesn’t take schizoid tendencies
To account for the rumours of glory in me
But my greatest havings are my wantings
and My greatest desires are denied
But a blessed hope renews my soul
And let’s me live tho crucified
Forgiveness is sweet as grace.
And mercy has just as sweet a taste
Yeah forgiveness is just sweet as dew
The nature of the old man and the nature of the new
Between the now and the not yet.
There’s a good chance tho I’m not prone to bet
That the pie in the sky bye and by when I die or when I fly
Just ain’t the point of all this time between wherefore and why.
The tension of the tuning string
The tension of an offering
The tension of the planet’s flight
The tension of the harmonies I hear in this world’s night
This is my hypothesis
Is not just double mindedness…
There’s nothing zen about it – just as unnatural as the fall
Nothing is normal, nothing at all
So tell me how many angels are dancing now on the pin upon the wall
And read to me that writing now that looks to me like a scrawl
Measured and found wanting is as true as it can be
So tickle the parson and set me free…
My desires tend to be less than privilege demands
The not more but less of my own little plans.
Abandoned and ruined they leave me stark…
My face is pressed against the mirror that is dark.
The art of life and living rings out clear…
And its folly not to fear.
To taste with my lips is not nearly enough
Cause a parched soul needs to drown in this stuff…
Anthony Foster
July 2, 2002