Philippian Rhapsody

Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a prison,
No escape to the light of day.

philippian rhapsody 13 jan 2019

Open your eyes,
Look up to the heavens and see,
I’m an Apostle and still Pharisee,
Because to live is Christ, die is gain,
Sing it high, sing it low,
Any way the gospel’s spread—it really does matter
to me, to me.

Mama, they stoned a man,
Put a rock against his head.
I approved by standing by, now he’s dead
Mama, martyrdom had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and joined them all the way.

Mama, ooh,
Didn’t mean to make you cry,
I’ll still be in prison by this time tomorrow,
Gospel told, gospel told, that’s what really matters.

Maybe my time has come
Sends shivers down my spine,
Chained-wrists aching all the time.
Goodbye, I’m ready, if I’ve got to go,
Gonna leave you all behind and face my Lord.

Mama, ooh (let’s see how the wind blows),
I’m ready to die,
But to live is Christ as I’ve been born times two.

I saw a revelation of a Galilean,
Son of Mary, Son of Mary, you are the Theotokos!
Theophany and lightning,
Very, very frightening.
Galilean. Galilean.
Galilean. Galilean.
Galilean Christou
Magnificat-o-o-o-o-o.

I’m an Apostle, and still Pharisee.
He’s an abnormal one from a posh family,
Spare him his life from this incarceration.

Will I stay, will I go, will you let me go?
Gospel! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Gospel! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Gospel! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!)
Will not let you go. (let me go!)
Never let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go)
Oh oh oh oh
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, will they let me go).
Emperor Nero has a court case put aside for me, for me.

So you think you can chain me and spit in my eye?
So you think you can hate me and leave me to die?
Oh, baby, can’t do this to me, baby,
Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

(Ooooh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)

The Gospel really matters,
Anyone can see,
The Gospel really matters,
The Gospel really matters to me.

Any was this prison goes . . .

Author: PsalterMark

Psalm addict, disciple, son, husband, father, academic, theologian, cacti grower, steam enthusiast and ale drinker

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