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Life is like an eternal camping trip... |
Camp Eternity Every day for one thousand years We sat on the clouds ignoring the sneers Annoying the way-farers, stroking their fears Bored to death for one thousand years. God came near with a smile on his face He asked us politely to leave his place We joked and we prodded, what a disgrace God left us alone with a frown on his face. We snatched the good book with all of the names Of all the good people from all different planes The spirits of saints told us to stop playing games But all we really wanted was to add our own names. Night never fell in this pink cloudy land We couldn’t escape the music of the sweet Cherub band So we charged and we shouted, taking a stand But no one would listen in this faraway land. Gabriel with his trumpet and Michael with his sword Passed by us one day looking awfully bored “Hey, Michael,” we asked, “Let us see the Lord.” But the mighty archangel chased us off with his sword. We camped every day outside the golden gates Prisoners of our own lousy fates So we did something stupid that everyone hates We started singing camp songs outside those golden gates. Then God came to us when he’d had enough He shouted, “Fine, you can come, just grab your stuff.” We praised ourselves for calling his bluff, Because God lets everyone in who sings loud enough. |