He has been told for so long that God hates him that he
believes it. Now he tells himself, over
and over again, that God hates him. That
he is cursed. That God has cursed him from birth.
And so he hates himself. He’s tried suicide before. Shot himself in the gut with a handgun. Now he just drinks.
And he hates God. “F**k you, God!” he shouts. And then he hates himself even more because he knows he shouldn’t hate God.
He believes that his sins are unforgivable. “It’s in the Bible! I’ve read it!” He says this, but because he’s drunk he can’t remember where he read it, but he knows it’s in there.
What can I say to him except, “God loves you. You are not cursed.” Over and over again, I say it. “You are not cursed. God loves you. Nothing you have done is unforgivable. And again and again, “God loves you.”
But he can’t hear me. Partly because he’s so drunk. And partly because this message is so contrary to everything he’s ever been told, and everything that he continues to tell himself.
But I say it again, “God loves you.”
And so he hates himself. He’s tried suicide before. Shot himself in the gut with a handgun. Now he just drinks.
And he hates God. “F**k you, God!” he shouts. And then he hates himself even more because he knows he shouldn’t hate God.
He believes that his sins are unforgivable. “It’s in the Bible! I’ve read it!” He says this, but because he’s drunk he can’t remember where he read it, but he knows it’s in there.
What can I say to him except, “God loves you. You are not cursed.” Over and over again, I say it. “You are not cursed. God loves you. Nothing you have done is unforgivable. And again and again, “God loves you.”
But he can’t hear me. Partly because he’s so drunk. And partly because this message is so contrary to everything he’s ever been told, and everything that he continues to tell himself.
But I say it again, “God loves you.”
RICHARD THOMPSON
ReplyDeleteGod Loves A Drunk Lyrics
Will there be any bartenders up there in Heaven?
Will the pubs never close, will the glass never drain
No more D.T.'s and no shakes
And no horrors
Very next morning you feel right as rain
O God loves a drunk, the lowest of men
With the dogs in the street and the pigs in the pen
But a drunk's only trying to get free of his body
And soar like an eagle high up there in heaven
His shouts and his curses are just hymns and praises
To kick-start his mind now and then
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Does God really care for your life in the suburbs
A dull little life of dull little things
and bring up the babies to be just like Daddy
And maybe you'll be there when He gives out wings
But God loves a drunk, although he's a fool
He wets in his pants and he falls off his stool
He can't hear the insults and whispers go by him
As he leans in the doorway and sings Sally Racket
Can't feel the cold rain beat down on his body
And soak through his clothes to the skin
O God loves a drunk, come raise up your glasses, amen
Will there be any pen-pushers up there in Heaven?
Does clerking and wage-slaving win you God's love
I pity you worms with your semis and pensions
If you think that'll get you to the kingdom above
But God loves a drunk, although he's a clown
You can't help but laugh as he gags and falls down
He don'T give a cuss for what people think of him
He screams at his demons alone in the darkness
He's staying alive for just one more pint bottle
Won't you throw him few pennies, friend
God loves a drunk, for ever and ever, amen
"God Was Drunk When He Made Me"
ReplyDeleteby Jim White
Jesus and the fiery furnace.
Devil and the deep blue sea.
Preacher say I'm gonna burn in hell for all eternity.
But when I have my judgement day and I lock eyes with my savior, well,
This is what I'm gonna tell him when he asks about my behavior...
I'm gonna say;
God was drunk when he made me.
God was drunk when he made me.
God was drunk when he made me.
And that's why I'm so crazy.
Jesus and the fiery furnace.
Devil and the deep blue sea.
God was drunk when he made me...but that's okay 'cause
I forgive Him.
See if it was God who made forgiveness, then before that he musta made sin.
And who built the house of brotherly love, then let the Devil come dancing in?
If it was God that saved the miracle child from the peril of the fiery flame,
Well then it musta been him that killed the two hundred others just to glorify
His name
That's why I say;
God was drunk when he made me.
God was drunk when he made me.
God was drunk when he made me.
And that's why I spout heresy.
Jesus and the fiery furnace,
Devil and the deep blue sea.
God was drunk when he made me but that's okay...'cause I forgive Him.