Stan Moody: circa 1989:
God shed His grace on thee!
It’s time to step aside, Dear God,
And leave it up to me!
We’re really not ungrateful, Sir;
You did real fine back then.
But things have changed a lot, you see.
The world’s not what it’s been!
We’ve all gone off to college;
Learned how to read and ponder.
We’ve even read your book, you know.
If you don’t mind, we wonder, Sir,
Why you don’t rewrite that thing –
Bring it up to date.
Your plan just didn’t work for us;
We can’t afford to wait.
Your Church is doing well, though,
You’ll be glad to hear.
The richest folks are deacons;
The temple’s free and clear.
It’s all become big biz today;
The coffers do you proud.
The Jesus group is on the tube
Whipping up the crowd.
You must be proud as punch
When you look down and see
How we’ve turned our fields and streams
We’ve tamed our natural resources;
We’re quite prepared to fight
When anyone tries to curb
Our growing appetite!
There is a nagging problem, Sir;
We wish you’d concentrate
On wiping out those nations
That thrive on fear and hate.
We’ve done so well ourselves,
We’re quite appalled to see
People all around the globe
Denied their dignity.
Why can’t they be like us, Lord?
Our people we have freed.
That leaves us time for helping you
Stamp out lust and greed!
How can we keep it going, Lord?
They’re shutting off our crude!
(We’ll turn our wheat to ethanol
And whip them with our food!)