How far we have to walk!
And armistice, it’s called
But it’s Thanksgiving and
we know where we belong
The wicked had the floor
when sinners dropped the ball
But Jesus broke the wall
And we, all, thank the Lord
But the Bull is back in the china closet
And He’s been back so long
The Cat is back in the bag
of hornets as before
The wicked are at war
division’s at the door
The Judge is in His room
we’re studying it all
And in this time, we soar
with Him forevermore
God sacrificed His sacrifice:
the Lamb, that clean and pure
Thank the Lord! Thank the Lord!
since winners do the dirty work
that losers don’t want to do
Happy Thanksgiving!