It should’ve been you

I was having a quick sound bite of a conversation about the lectionary on Sunday. One person was looking at the three “lost” parables from a cynics point of view. I was thinking about the fruit of the Spirit and it got me thinking about what the prodigal would say to his older brother:
It should’ve been you

You stayed, you worked

Each day in every way

You were faithful and true

It should’ve been you.
It should’ve been you

Patient when dad got mad

Gentle with new born lambs

Kind to all the workers

It should’ve been you.
It should’ve been you

Not asking for more, nil greed

Singing the songs of old with joy

Resolving conflict all the day long

It should’ve been you.
When dad ran, against tradition

And threw his arms around me

It should’ve been you

The love he had for me, so apparent

The joy is each foot fall

It should’ve been you

But brother let me tell you

Really tell you as it is

That love is extended to both of us

Dad was over the moon to see me

But with joy he saw you each day.
Faithful son, full of fruit

To me, it made sense for it to be you

You alone deserved that love

BUT

And this changes everything

The party he threw for me

You got an invite too

We both are loved by…

A fantastic dad

A wonderful father

SO

Brother don’t stay bitter

Come let’s dance this night together

Let’s celebrate with love

For we have THE BEST DAD EVER.

tehilla #2

Sing new songs, sing old

Make up a ditty In your head

Learn scriptures

Memorise by heart

But always keep

Eyes fixed on Him
Expound the word

Be gentle or challenge

Give examples of living well

Care deeply for those around

Listen well with mouth shut

But always keep

Eyes fixed on Him
Work hard play well

Stop and smell the roses

Pray deep from the heart

Pray out loud when compelled

But always keep

Eyes fixed on Him
Live out your calling

In your everyday

Being Christian is not a job

That can be clocked in or out

Because our eyes are always

Riveted, fixed on Him alone

Merry-go-round

The plastered smile grins

Phoney, dancing & prancing

Up and down on a pole

Happy battle waltzes tinge the air

As tourists strolls along the prom

 

The painted faces on the horses never change

Forever caught in mid neigh delight

I don’t know what’s real anymore

The duality of seaside living

Stops the truth from grasping hold.

 

Were you cheating or is that a dream?

Held in falsetto choir ringing in my ears

The gulls take their strategic places

Atop signage and the quaint street lamps

Ready to swoop and steal pastries

From unsuspecting folk below.

 

Remember when you said you loved me

That we would never part

Remember all those promises

We made so long ago.

 

I sit watching the children on the carousel

And wonder is that where I’m at.

Living in a goldfish bowl

Each hint, lie trick

As if it was the first –

Never experienced before.

 

Seeing the doctor didn’t help

Him being your mate, I s’pose

The tablets zonked me out

Forgetting even my name

 

I should be able to stand tall

Married to the town mayor and all

And yet I feel equine sympathy

For the plaster caricatures

With my face plastered in pancake

I vacuously grin

With all the other wives

Each time we banquet together.

 

At least the horses have a plan

To go up and down

And round and round

I have no blueprint for my life

Your epitaph should read:

Paul Mason, duplicitous mayor,

Lying husband, philanderer, cheat

Mine will read – FOOL.