Tuesday 10 September 2013

Impotent


Impotent
By Andy Allchurch.
 
I’m sittin at the bar, havin a nice cool beer
When I should be back at home, with my wife that’s clear
I’ve left her all alone, that’s a cryin shame
I know its not her fault, that I can’t raise my game
 
 
I know things aint been easy for a while
I find it hard to sit at home and raise a smile
That’s not the only thing I can’t raise
I’ve been worryin about the state I’m in for a couple of days
 
 
I feel so feeble, not stong and inaffective
I can’t lift the lid, as one is expected
I used to enjoy life, it was a blast
Now I feel I’m cookin without the gas
 
 
My wife she aint bothered about getting her share
But it bothers me, cause I really am one to care
Now I’m wonderin,if someone has taken my place
If I don’t get some treatment, I’ll end up a basket case
 
 
Think I need some pills to make me stand errect
I want to please my woman, and get some self respect
I hope I can get some, so I feel good
I won’t have to walk around, and keep it under the hood
 
 
I feel unable, broken down and unequipped
Can’t lift the branch, it feels its been clipped
I should enjoy life, so you would think
All I got is a, long stiff drink
 
 
I went down to the surgery to see my G.P.
I said listen doc, I need lovin pills not just therapy
He gave me a prescription, I was floatin on air
I want home to my woman, but my woman aint there
 
 
My mind went so crazy, thinking where could she be
I wasn’t goin to take one pill, I was gonna take three
Now I’m frustrated, nothing more I can do
I turned to the bottle, have myself a drink, maybe a few
 
 
I feel no hard feelings, ineffective and soft
I can’t lift the latch, the handle has come off
I once used all the strength I could muster
All I got is a long feather duster
 
 
The time has come, I need to blow my fuse
My woman she aint back yet, so I’m still takin the booze
That aint helping non, its makin me feel queer
Need to have her back here, so I can get in gear
 
 
 
Now here she is, she’s just walked through the door
Oh man, this is just what I’ve been hopin and prayin for
Pills are working, the old man is on the rise
This is what I’m talkin about, bringing water to her eyes
 
 
Yeah…yeah, bringing water to her eyes
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013

Wednesday 4 September 2013

Lord Are You For Hire?


LORD ARE YOU FOR HIRE?
BY ANDY ALLCHURCH
 
Tell me lord, are you for hire?
My faith is dying, there’s no halo of fire
This heart I own is out on a limb
I need you lord, to take away my sin
 
 
Faith was my foundation lord
I focused on your spoken word
But the serpents tongue fed me false flattery
Now I know what an invisible dream can be
Your word should have stayed alive in my heart
And never will my faith again, fall apart
The meaning of your visions will once more aspire
Just tell me lord, are you for hire?
 
 
Tell me lord, are you for hire?
My faith is dying, there’s no halo of fire
This heart I own is out on a limb
I need you lord, to take away my sin
 
 
Painful is this sinner’s world
Strike me with the believers’ sword
And let this branch find sweet fruit again
Now I know that unearthly unholy treasure causes pain
A cure for ignorance lord is what I need
To stamp out this unholy creed, unworthy seed
For me to approach the holy throne of desire
Just tell me lord, are you for hire?
 
 
Tell me lord, are you for hire?
My faith is dying, there’s no halo of fire
This heart I own is out on a limb
I need you lord, to take away my sin
 
 
Finding strength in weakness lord
Is in your power and my accord
So please acquiesce help me in holy quest
Now I know that serpents speak only in jest
Your words of hope and faith and sweet charity
Can remove me from drowning in, fools company
And the jewels that sing praise are heavens choir
Just tell me lord, are you for hire?
 
 
Tell me lord, are you for hire?
My faith is dying, there’s no halo of fire
This heart I own is out on a limb
I need you lord, to take away my sin
 
 
Tell me lord, are you for hire?
My faith is dying, there’s no halo of fire
This heart I own is out on a limb
I need you lord, to take away my sin.
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

 

 

 

 

Tuesday 3 September 2013

God Harvest Me-------Take Me Home.


GOD HARVEST ME ----- TAKE ME HOME
BY ANDY ALLCHURCH
 
My body is in pain, it’s feeling its age
But my mind is with you God, that won’t change
It’s in perpetuity………. Perpetual sunshine
It’s a river of refreshment, with no end of the line
Faith is my fulfilment, my foundation stone
God harvest me………. Take me home
 
 
My body is my treasure, it houses my soul
It has to be your wisdom God, keeping it whole
It’s paying attention………. Attending you
On a road of salvation, when the dark of sin ensues
Faith is my devotion, my stepping stone
God harvest me………. Take me home
 
 
God take away this pain that my body is in
My spirit is high, but my bones are growing thin
My faith is not an issue; let my new life begin…..
…….. In heaven……..
The meaning of life, is to live by your rules
In heaven I’ll be alive, with spiritual virtues
God give me grace to stand by your throne
God harvest me………. Take me home
 
 
As this branch bends lower, on this ripened vine
Thoughts of being an angel of God, crosses my mind
Strong in knowledge……….  Knowing truth
In a sea of expression, the value of vision runs smooth
Faith is my fortune, my precious stone
God harvest me………. Take me home
 
 
I yield to your guidance, I submit to fate
And I’ll pray for your hand God, lying in wait
Loyal to commitment………. Loyally bound
A leaf in the wind, joyful to fall on heavens ground
Faith is my rock, my rolling stone
God harvest me………. Take me home
 
 
God take away this pain that my body is in
My spirit is high, but my bones are growing thin
My faith is not an issue; let my new life begin……
………In heaven……..
The meaning of life, is to live by your rules
In heaven I’ll be alive, with spiritual virtues
God give me grace to stand by your throne
God harvest me………. Take me home.
 
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.

Sunday 1 September 2013

And Jesus Said


AND JESUS SAID
BY ANDY ALLCHURCH
 
Jesus give me courage
Give me a remedy for the blues
I’m not at the comfort stage
And I should not show ingratitude
But why should I talk to God, and waste my breath
When the only thing that’s coming to me
Is the certainty of death?
 
 
And Jesus said,
 
Look up towards the heaven
And be honest with yourself
When angry and heartbroken
And in a crisis, who do you call for help?
It’s to God you cry, and the angels of the sky
So you still have faith, and there’s no reason why
Your flame of faith should wane 
   God does not neglect, those on a heaven bound train
 
 
Jesus give me restoration
Give me light from the dark
I’m not at the holy station
And I really should not remark
But why am I talking to myself, without words of reply
When the only thing that’s on my mind
Is knowing I will die?
 
 
And Jesus said,

Look up towards the heaven
And be honest with yourself
When angry and heartbroken
And in a crisis, who do you call for help?
It’s to God you cry, and the angels of the sky
So you still have faith, and there’s no reason why
Your flame of faith should wane
God does not neglect, those on a heaven bound train
 
 
Jesus give me kindness
Give me a good loving attitude
I’m not at a loyal place
And I should not appear rude
But why am I alone in mind, without strength of character
When the only thing that’s plain to see
Is loneliness and the hereafter?
 
 
And Jesus said,

Look up towards the heaven
And be honest with yourself
When angry and heartbroken
And in a crisis, who do you call for help?
It’s to God you cry, and the angels of the sky
So you still have faith, and there’s no reason why
Your flame of faith should wane
God does not neglect, those on a heaven bound train
 
 
Jesus I’ve found comfort in misery
You gave me words of hope
And it’s not just about me
Without faith how would we cope?
Believe in the light of the world, and salvation is gold
And when you’re almost in sight of God
Spiritual renewal takes a hold
 
 
And Jesus said,

Look up towards the heaven
And be honest with yourself
When angry and heartbroken
And in a crisis, who do you call for help?
It’s to God you cry, and the angels of the sky
So you still have faith, and there’s no reason why
Your flame of faith should wane
God does not neglect those on a heaven bound train.
 
 
 
Copyright © Andy Allchurch 2013.