Freakshow

[Chorus: Kevin & Anya Looper]
Some Drunk Poet was singing of God and his mercies
Quietly sipping his gin
Painting a picture
Words from a portrait
Of Jesus but coming again
And oh sing oh Lord oh grace
And oh sing oh Lord oh grace

[Micah Bournes]
Never dismiss the visions of madmen
Wisdom can be gathered from anyone who sees what others cannot
Drunk men tell no tales
Poets cannot lie
Poets cannot lie
Because we do not divide fact from fiction
There’s often more truth in our fantasy worlds and metaphors
Than human courts where liars swear to speak honestly
In the name of laws they break
In the name of gods they disobey
The prayers of the proud will never reach heaven
But God hears the slurred words of the stumbling prophets
And all will be cursed who mock them
It is not an easy task to plead with the world
To grieve for the world
Especially since God often speaks through those most broken
The picture we paint in our minds
Is a far cry from the reality of heaven
When the saints go marching in
It will not be a parade of the almost perfect
God does not reserve grace for those
Who only need a little bit
The healthy are in no need of a doctor
The Healer is for the sick
Heaven will be a freakshow
Promiscuous young men will embrace
The virgin priests who molested them
And their hearts will both be pure
How amazing, is grace
The street corner preacher will be greeted by thousands of people
She thought were not listening
“Thank you for enduring the times we mocked you
Your sidewalk sermons are why we know God”
How amazing, is grace
Aborted children will tug the spotless robes of young women
And say “hello mother, I’m so glad to finally meet you”
The former master will see the lashed back of his no longer slave
And say “you taught me the love of the Savior”
The suicide bomber who prayed for forgiveness
During the millisecond between pressing
The detonator and standing before the throne of God
The guilty thief hanging next to Jesus on the cross
The madman who spoke to invisible beings
Will stand between Michael and Gabriel
With a grin as wide as an angel’s wingspan and scream
I KNEW I WASN’T CRAZY!
The Mrs. and the mistress
The victim and the rapist
The foreign and racists
The bullies and the geeks
All of those who somewhere
Along the way believed
Whose sins were forgiven
And strength was given to love their enemies
So many we swore there is no way in hell
We would see them in heaven
But they will be there
We will be there
With a song our lips
And our eyes full of faith
And we’ll sing
How amazing, is grace

[Chorus: Kevin & Anya Looper]
Some Drunk Poet was singing of God and his mercies
Quietly sipping his gin
Painting a picture
Words from a portrait
Of Jesus but coming again
And oh sing oh lord oh grace
And oh sing oh lord oh grace