Friends in Everywhere Spaces

Satan is chasing me, his colour the loudest,

Blistered Beelzebub, totally brute

Pound, pound, ship aground

Jesus shouts after me, like winds squalling,

I hear your calling

Coming Jesus, coming.

I am falling, falling from up high

Your arms await me, so comforting cool

I’m a reborn foetus, at your bosom.

Jesus, await no more this fallen child,

Bane of enemies who follow me.

For a long time, people in coloured clothes

Have been looking at me, for me, through me

Eyes in seaweed, power poles, the radio;

Everywhere the shades confused me

I’ll discuss things black and white

I hear voices telling me so,

Voices like cyclones whispering in my ear

Good is great for bad is evil

Jesus muses; Jesus my total eclipse

The saviour I met in a telephone booth

I hear his voices in my head

Tell of me, who am me

I’ll follow he

Who in his death does set me free,

From myself, my earthly weaknesses.

Coming Jesus, coming,

Help me, and relieve myself of me.