HIGH PRAISE By Tom Jensen
I make my own gods
and worship my own idols
But at least I don’t try
to pawn them off on you
I don’t go knocking on doors
with my good book in my hand
No bumper stickers about which religion
That I think is the closest to the truth
I praised your name everyday…
But you’re not Jesus, no
Holy Spirit…
Divine and true
You became my favorite
Drug of choice
And I needed you...
Oh, how I needed you
Waves…they come in so many ways
I’ve thought a lot about that today
You can't drink away your sorrows
They were right about what they said
Crests and trophs
Are you in over your head?
(I was in way over my head)
Have to catch your breath
Again and again and again
(and what then...)
Soul mates lost became a lot less mourned
When you look down and you're drowning
And you look up and it's pouring
Waves…they come in so many ways
I’ve thought a lot about that today...
Still, I got nothing but high praise