Pas Les Misérables

There was a time when God was kind

When his voice was soft

And his words inviting

There was a time my love was blind

And the church was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then the light came on


I woke from a dream and said goodbye

Then hope was high

And life worth living

I dared say God was all a lie

I dared say I didn’t need his forgiving

Then I was free and unafraid

My time with God was used and wasted

There was no ransom to be paid

The songs unsung, the wine untasted


But for progress I must fight

Lift my voice soft as thunder

As the church false hope imparts

As they turn to guilt and shame


God slept a summer by my side

He filled my days with baseless wonder

He took my childhood and my pride

But he was gone when autumn came


And still I dream he’ll come to me

That we will live the years together

But there are dreams that cannot be

There’s no God controlling the weather.


I had a dream my life would be

So different from the one I’m living

So different now from what it seemed

Now God is dead, and dreams are dreams.


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