I have no idea how it got this far,
I was just walking along,minding my own,
don't even have a car, but suddenly
the penny dropped and like a stone
I sank,quite frankly,
I no longer give a **** about Sunday and
the magnificent plan or
the son of man and his part in it,
I want to rip it all up and just ****** bin it.

However,

I am a part of the play he has written,the sod
of a Jesus bug has bitten me and although
not quite smitten with it,
I'll do my bit to perfect it,while he stands on the hillside and quietly
inspects it,.

There's a canteen here,
not much of a menu but a fabulous venue at the side of the hillock,
rock salmon and bread that's all we are fed and we're five thousand at least,not a feast fit for a King but
we're just the players and we'll eat anything.

So the fact still remains along with the aches and the pains,the trials,tribulations, that we are all part time actors in this movie that is backed by the hand of some producer,producing rabbits from hats and all that is just child's play but it's a God's way and when the penny drops for you,
you'll produce rabbits too,
we are one and the same,
mirrors
in the mirror image game
some cracked
what's lacked is a background,some sound?
weeping and gnashing of teeth,someone smashing the tablets of stone?
Is Moses at home?

Get on or off,within or without it we're still just a bit of the picture.