Get out of the way Get off of the stage

Make way for a bit of holy rage

Consumers and users-us Boomers are losers

Cause we look like the spirit of the age

It's time to turn or turn the page.

We'll count the cost or a world will be lost

And our talents all buried in mire

Don't want to waste it

I want to taste it

The sweetness of your holy fire

I want to be in you

To live and to move

To have my being in you

Till I am no more and

You are all I live for

Or I've wasted my life in this pew.

I am sick of my will

And sick of my way

The ease and the pleasures

That lead to decay

I will repent

and I'll not relent

Till my talents are spent

Or you thake them away.

Possessed by the one

Possessed by God's son

Anthony Foster

September 11, 2004