23 June 1998
Tell Me, Mr. Almighty

Something bigger than me,
Is it really there?
I look to the sky,
I see the blue and white
Tell me why the 'heavens' seem not to be in sight.

Nailed to the cross.
I'm sure that had to hurt.
This man, God Almighty, tortured his own son,
Tell me why he, and not I,
Became the chosen one.

Were they one in the same
Assuming they exist.
Did the crown of thorns take away his pride?
Tell was it murder or a selfless suicide.

Endless humiliations
And yet, the pride of all the nations.
The saviour hath come,
But whatever happened to his poor Mum?