Thinking of Jethro Tull
1.
Hey, hey there, ... Jethro, Jethro Tull ... Is that you?
Can you hear that knocking on your cottage door?
I've come to plead with you, in the name of The Lord.
Let God's Word, lead you out of the woods:,
you may feel much worse, than you did before,
in the firey affliction of sanctification
but truth is better, than godless damnation.
God will save your spirit, by His truth and His love.
His Word will light your path, as a lamp to your heart.
Watch the pretty worldly garden grow, but Jeff,
don't die alongside it, as you personify nature
and place your faith in stones and in the weather.
Singing for small gain/ some fame, won't make you
into an honest man, but Jethro Tull, worldly lusting,
it will destroy you, in the end, forever and ever,
as estranged from God, you fall in the field,
of fading red poppies and misty summer rain,
of passing riders, that never knew your name,
as you leave your pots and pans behind, your
gutter prose and kitchen rhymes, lost lyrics adrift
on the wind. And who will love you in the end,
in faith and in truth, as you close your eyes
upon this suffering world, for the very last time?
Well, my poetic friend, I can answer that in faith:
Let me bring you God's Word from The Holy Bible,
To revive your spirit and to forgive all your sins,
Where you'll never have to hunger, or thirst again,
As they try to lure you back, into a dead end lane.
Pray to God with all your heart, soul and mind.
He'll lead you on, to your eternal salvation.
They are not the woods, that you sing about.
They are the lullaby woods, I fell asleep by.
They are the mushroom woods, to lead you in.
They are the magical woods, to take you away.
They are the woods, but not what you think.
They are not the woods, to lead you home.
They are the dark woods, the mysterious woods.
They are the treacherous, accursed woods.
They are the hypothermic, Missing 411 woods.
They are the pagan woods, of earthly dreams.
They are spirits, waiting to sing, in your bones.
Wake up, Jethro! Wake up! Wake up!
And when you awake, Oh, now you are awake,
from the old spell, that you've been under ...
Be still and know that He is God Almighty.
Hear those demon voices, flee and scatter.
Let Christ's work, lead you out of the woods:
He hung on that cross, to take your nail.
He walked this earth, in grace and truth.
The Lord and saviour of doomed humankind.
Repent you sinner, God's kingdom is at hand.
For every knee will bow to Jesus, in the end.
Songs from the woods, of vain imaginings,
will make you feel much better, at first ...
2.
Have you met him, Jeff? O Have you met him?
Have you seen the green demon king?
Lord of the flies and prince of the toads,
He makes the leaves in the trees
form distorted faces, that adorn church walls
in the fading light, of the stained glass windows.
He saps your energy like a psychic vampire
the one who paralyses you just on dawn,
He requires the blood of the druidic children
For blood sacrifice, your crops will grow strong.
It's no fun being inside a mind controlled dream,
where everything we write, is dictated by them.
They are at war with humanity, didn't you know,
Jack is a soldier, collecting trophies for Hell.
Days of truth and songs of grass,
Why do you toil in vain, Jethro,
for one who would destroy you?
Do you know who they are? Do you really know?
Green Jack, if only these muse-icians knew ...
that The Holy Bible was true, oh oh, oh ohhh.
Green Jack, will God's Word keep us apart,
doomed from the start? Well, I think so,
I read the truth, about you, in John 8.44 today.
Who wants to worship the lord of the flies?
When each blade of grass was created by God,
He has numbered all the hairs on our heads.
We are a royal priesthood, serving our Lord.
Jesus Christ is coming soon.
Jack, you are going to Hell.
