Staring at an ocean
With a stick extended to the waters
The old man was crazy to the core
Stepping onto a turbulent water
On the word of what seemed a ghost
The fisherman seemed to have lost it
Sacrificing the long awaited blessing
An only son for a voice that speaks
occasionally
The rich old guy was psychic
Buliding a big boat
Advocating waterfall from heaven
There was another lunatic
Asking a lame man to get up and walk
For he was spoken to with the name of a
dead guy
The men sounded ridiculous
Standing in front of a tomb sealed 4 days
ago
Asking the stone to be rolled away
The Lord sounded irrational
Following a master for double share
When he gets caught up to the heaven
The disciple was a queer one
Entering the presence of a king
Uncalled yet risking life for the family
She was an odd queen
Struck by a lightning
Heard an echo of a buried master
Revolutionary turned religious nut
Gathered in the name of a lost master
Awaited for a friend never heard of
The followers were an odd bunch
Master of hundreds was he
Yet humble to the master’s words
The centurion was a foolish one
Defiling the law of the land
With open window prayers
The fellow was fanatical
Watching the flames made extra hot
Yet declaring their faith strong and bold
The lads were of a peculiar kind
Banished to a far away island
Dreamed of the future
His favorite disciple was barmy
Challenging the prophets of the nation
Calling for fire from nothingness
The lonely prophet turned eccentric
Picked on as the bible nut
Glad to be in good company
Yes am a Jesus freak
