Love (Covers A Multitude of Sin)
Love (Covers A Multitude of Sin),
Hmmm, so where on earth, should I begin?
Let’s start at the Garden of Eden,
And how it began a feed-N.
The desire to disobey God,
And I had to banish Adam and Eve, “I struck them from my sight with my mighty rod”.
I already knew, exactly what my first children on earth were going to do,
And I also knew, I was going to tell them, “shoo”.
But, no one is perfect, except for me,
For some odd reason, too many of you, just don’t see,
Too many of you think (YES, YOU DO) that you are Mr. and/or Mrs. It,
Unfortunately, you will never, ever come close to becoming “The Biggest Hit”.
That title goes to my only begotten knucklehead son,
He and I have enjoyed millenniums of fun.
That’s correct weird ones, this cat been around a long time,
Or maybe he’s just lost his mind.
Time will tell,
But, for now, it’s probably best you all, go to the wishing well.
I keep telling my children (that’s you planet earth) that “Father Knows Best”,
However, those of you in power (that I’ve given you) suppress all the rest.
Immediately after this blog posts, a lot of you are going to become toast,
We’re going to have “A Country-Wide Roast”.
Here I come U.S.A.,
I’m going to play,
We (you and I) are not the same,
What’s My Name?
I give you an inch and you take a mile,
And go away snickering with a smile.
I say to myself, “I’m God” (I do that quite often) give them a rope, now you want to be a cowboy and/or cowgirl,
I said, okay, I know how I’m going to handle this bushwhacker, “give me a twirl”.
All of a sudden, you don’t want to play my game,
“All My Children”, we’re not the same.
Always coming to me with your hand out,
Saying, please Father, help a brother and/or sister, as you continue to scream and shout.
Sha-zam!
Thanks Father. Hot damn!
As time goes on, you forget exactly where I’ve taken you from,
Thinking you’re God’s greatest gift (not this time buddy) under the sun.
The more I give you, the less you give back,
You’re going to give your Father a heart attack.
Be like Fred Sanford, “I’m coming to join you Elizabeth honey”,
Well, I’m not Fred. I’m God and pretty soon, you all going to find out what’s really funny.
Keep your eyes glued to the clock,
“Tick, Tock”.
I keep wondering all the time,
What is a father to do, when he can never find,
And I’m searching each and every day,
All My Children (there’s a few good ones) just don’t want to do anything that I say.
It appears (those of you who wear glasses, put them on) I’m going to have to put my foot down,
Keep them ears open and listen, as it comes crashing to the ground.
Before I go,
I need to let everyone know,
I can always be found,
You never, ever have to look around.
I’ve always been everywhere,
Too many of you, seem not to care.
One of the many names my son calls me is, Dr. Love,
I’ve assisted him many times before, from heaven above.
Once again, I’ll be coming down,
I never, ever make a sound.
I’ll be conducting a “surgical strike”,
It’s impossible to evade me, don’t worry about trying to go on any hikes.
What do most people do on their last day?
Pray!
Your Father
God