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Dwight Plett |
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Maybe Cold night, restless sheep My turn to watch, so I didn’t dare sleep Just my brother and me and some fat old ewes I was bored to tears and I was singing the blues Just about to give my brother a shake But to my surprise he was already awake His mouth was open and his eyes were wide Just for a second I thought he’d died So I turned around to look at what he saw My eyes almost popped and I dropped my jaw I’m sure you must be inclined to think We probably both had too much to drink But my mind was sharp and my eyes were clear And I hadn’t touched a bottle in almost a year Now I don’t suppose that qualifies me To be hanging around in the company of angels, and baby kings But I know what I saw and it doesn’t make sense If my brother were here he’d come to my defence ‘Cause I’m not a drunk and I’m not insane There’s just too many things I can’t explain Like the dirty shepherds and the filthy place Or the tears of pain on Mary’s face And why outside in the dead of night But I saw the angels, so I think I’m right That if God came down to be one of us Then maybe that’s who the baby was
He left town and I lost track Far as I know, He never came back But I think I might have seen Him since Until last night I was quite convinced His gentle voice and eyes on fire I believed it when they said He’s our Messiah ‘Cause He healed the sick and He fed the rest He said first is worst and last is best But Yesterday, and I don’t know why They hung Him up on a hill to die And I was just about to give my life to His cause But I can’t make sense of a king on a cross If the Son of God can be born outside Then maybe a Messiah can be crucified Maybe He knew what He was talking about And maybe God’s way past figuring out And maybe he doesn’t need me to explain away All the blood and the dirt and the pain And maybe it’s not up to me to defend His ways And maybe this isn’t the end... |
