This story’s old,
It’s been retold,
Time and time again…
It’s moral has been sold.
The problem though
In this market show
Is the buyer who
Chooses elsewhere.
Enticed by the perfume
Of freshly baked bread
And a free sip of wine
And a morsel of dead
Flesh
And off they go
Skipping with glee
They’re washed of their sin
They know nothing of Me.
I could sit back and wallow
In all of this glee
But their fruits let me know
They don’t see the real Me.
Like the figs in a story
The tree rots from within
Like the horse in another
The gift's brought right in
Charades anyone?
Not a thing to give shivers
Just some salve and a patch
But all that does linger
Is the bee in their thatch
All abuzz
Never still
They appear to be lost
Searching that page and this
Their sensory finding
Only dreams of some bliss
Never Me.
The promise that’s sacred
The one not forlorn
Is the one that gives guidance
Since the day they were born
From practice.
To the ones who buy dead things
I’ve got a morsel of advice
Skip the bread and wine and roses
Choose whatever’s left
Of what’s left.
Then instead of seeking baked bread
And a sip of soured wine
Choose instead to find the morsels
Of the man they left behind
If you practice what he fed you
then in no time you will see
All that stuff that you've been eating
Is the source of misery
You see, my friend,
They left some bread crumbs
Of the man they feared the most
The man they kneaded into
Jesus Christ
The Holy Host
Just remember while you’re shopping
And you’re skipping all with glee
You’re a leaf upon the life tree
And the marketplace ain't wee
If you're thirsty for some lighting
Or a glass of wise advice
Just stop by the little cafe
Where the service is quite nice
It's in the Garden
Through the door
If you join up for the program
For frequent visits and the like
Then you soon become rewarded
with a chunk of pure delight
Once you've fed upon this morsel
You will never have a need
To go shopping in the forest
Or to chew upon the weeds
That's the top and best award there
And I know that they won't mind
If I share it with you right here
For it's wisdom is divine
You must steep the wisdom giv'n here
For it's knowledge to impart
Within’s the Tea and sparkling Me
You are the Chalice
Made for thee.
If there’s one thing to remember
From this story’s moral plea
Is the tiny, little detail
They removed the single key
Without the key to get to Eden
They can charge all kinds of fees
But for those who find the right door
Just a knock, not even “please”
The final message of this tidbit
Of these words from well-steeped Tea
Is to share the simple message
Of the man from Galilee
What this man told his disciples
Gathered round him on the eve
What you take and eat and drink from Me
Is absolutely
Free.