30 January 2013
A tired man raised his head, and Saw a tiny bird, singing
It was 1973, February, and, It was snowing, blowing
A cold breeze across the cold Churchyard, where the tired man
Spent his night and days, praying For redemption for his sins.
Look at him; rag tag clothing, and Shoes made of card, his back so
Twisted, bent in half by a life of Digging graves in this churchyard.
Only 47 years old, but looks 73 He could be my father, his eyes
See the same images as me; life Trying so doggedly determined
To break him, to cause misery, Relentlessly God treading hard.
The kids on the estate pushing Him so far, and destitution and
Addiction making him known to the Law, in and out of prison cells, and
Hospital, where he fell very ill, but Survived for his life to arrive here,
On the steps of the church, his Head heavy in sin, his heart empty
Of love for anyone or anything, Then, this tiny little bird begins to
Sing. Right next to him, on a tree An evergreen, a holly lost in leaves,
But revealing this tiny bird to him, A revelation in sweet song,
A little wren, no bigger than His broken hand, broken fingers
Reaching out, towards the bird, An invitation, a plee, one word;
'Please', and two more, 'Help me' His last on this earth, the little
Bird jumps across to his hand, and Begins to sing, softly to this man;
Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya Kumbaya my Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya Someone's singing Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbayah
Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya Someone's laughing, Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya Someone's crying, Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya Someone's praying, Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbaya
Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya Someone's sleeping, Lord, kumbaya Oh Lord, kumbaya
A tired man rests his head, and Cries himself to death.
A Tired Man Rests His Head • Opuss № I