YOU CAN’T GO FISHING WITH US
BY FLINT AND LAURISSA CHRISTENSEN
WE WERE ALL CHILDREN TOGETHER
BUT HE DID NOT FIT IN OUR CROWD
THERE WAS NO REAL DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US
YET HE WORE THE CARPENTERS SHROWD
BY DAY HE WOULD TOIL WITH HIS FATHER
WHEN NOT AT THE TEMPLE SQUARE
I CAN TILL SEE THE HURT IN HIS EYES
WHEN WE LAUGHED AT HIM BEING THERE
WE’D GRAB OUR FISHING POLES
AND GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY
YOU CAN’T GO FISHING WITH US
WE’D LAUGH AT HIM AND SAY
YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR FATHERS WORK
THE CHILDREN MOCKED AT HIM
MY OWN VOICE CHANTING WITH THE LOT
OH WHAT A GRIEVOUS SIN
I TAKE IT BACK, I TAKE IT BACK
A CRY FROM WITHIN ME
WHEN I SAW THE LOWLY CARPENTER
AS THEY HANGED HIM ON THE TREE
OH FOOLISH PRIDE, I CARRIED
THIS MAN WAS SET APART
I FEARED AND LOATHED AND LOVED HIM
AND YET FROM DEEP WITHIN MY HEART
MY LIFE WAS SPENT EXCLUDING HIM
REJECTING WHAT WAS TRUE
YET HE ONCE AGAIN FORGAVE ME
“FATHER THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO”
THEY KNOW NOT WHAT THEY DO
DOES THIS CARRY ON TO ME?
OR THE SOLDIER THAT MOLESTED
OR THE ONES THAT HUNG THE TREE
PLEASE FORGIVE ME FATHER
A PLEAD WITHIN MY SOUL
THIS TIME WHEN I GO FISHING
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