I once had a friend called Josuel
He was an immigrant, but what the hell?
He flew here from Heaven
Our bread for to leaven…
Yeah,the Lord is a Romanian from Devon.
He blessed all the birds and the bees
But the Government he sure liked to tease.
You are too corrupt,
He cried as he supped.
So they slung him up here ‘tween two trees.
After he died we had storms
And fires and floods and alarms
. We never perceive
Instead we deceive…
So by our fragmenting fears we are torn.
Collect up my fragments,Oh Lord
Strike me not dead with thy sword.
Reglue me with care
as my faults I lay bare.
Add my soul to thy heavenly hoard.
How my heart sings 