There is a battle being fought even now.  It has raged for millennia and we are in the thick of it.  Our enemy is determined to destroy all that is good, pure and innocent.  He wants to make love powerless and life meaningless.  He already knows he will be defeated in the end, so he rages to bring as much destruction as possible before he is sent away.  In the realm of the Spirit, the enemy works to keep the doors and windows shut.  He does not want us to get in.  He does not want us to respond to the invitation given by Jesus to “repent, for the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.”  It is his desire, this squirrely, sneaky enemy of ours, to keep us out of the Kingdom of Heaven.  For it is there that our new, real identities await.  He knows that we will find what we want, slip out of our superhero costumes and put on the power of new life.

Battle rages as it has
Going on for millennia past
We think it nothing
Not here or there
So we walk around
In our underwear

Ignoring the secrets
Hiding from rest
Flexing and bragging
And posing nearly nude
Wearing our long johns
With a dumb attitude

How silly we look
With our plans and our books
Like we know where we’re going
Or what it all took

Why don’t we just stop
Listen and wonder
What is that sound
That crashes like thunder?

It’s the hope in our heart
That beats in our chest
That something is real
That something is best

And it’s true that it is
There is something right
We’ve been invited inside
Every day and each night

If we’ll wake from our stupor
And head for the cross
We’ll find that the answer
Is there, it’s the boss

The guy who made
The thing spin around
Is waiting up there
Above common ground

Where no one’s a loser
If willing to bend
His knee to the one
The beginning and end

Life then will ripen
A seed breaks apart
An awakening starts
Down deep in the heart

If allowed it will grow
Into a full tower
Of love and of glory
Of hope and of power

And so a full circle
We come to the where
The place we are wearing
Our long underwear

You might wonder why
You might think it’s funny
To be hopping around
Like a pink easter bunny (think “Christmas Story”)

But consider the cause
What could be the source
Of so many people
Front and backs of a horse?

Go back to the cross
Look there in brimstone
A red devil is there
His tights all a crimson

You see he was fooled
By his own foolish pride
And brought low in the end
Where he then had to find

A way to get back
To punish the man
Who sent him to earth
As a low life and band

Of losers and liars
Stinkers and cheats
No one to like
Just things to beat

So he put on a costume
Of red tights and some horns
And started to brag
Real quiet to all born

We believed his dumb lies
And gave up our hearts
To a guy who smells
Like burnt dust and wet farts

He told us all how
He gave us the steps
But its gotten too hard
Even doing our best

So we must give up
We must quit trying
The only real way
To live is by dying.