Hallelujah Anyway
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Hallelujah... Hallelujah...
I stood in the frame of Mr.Beerbohms door.
Son this ain't a barn, know what I called you here for? You's the last young bachelor in
this place, and it's claimed you give your life for God's grace.
Mr.Beerbohm you heard it true I love the Lord, my family, and you.
Son I'm here to prove you wrong, when you see the proof you'll be joining me in song. Your
Lord don't know you, your families disgraced, I love you too, so I get you through the gate. I'm
old and dried but my daughters clean, Son, are you catching what I mean? I need a male to carry on
my name, upon your seed I lay claim.
But Mr.Beerbohm the doctors say that with your daughter no man can lay. If a child passes from
your daughters legs, then she'll pass too, to the end of her days. Mr.Beerbohm what's with that
gap-toothed grin? Tobacco spit hanging from your chin.
Son your Lord works in mysterious ways, but in the end someones got to pay!
I wanted nothing to do with his word I tripped and ran through the frame of his door. I jumped
inside my '41 Ford and I screamed Sanctuary Lord! The building I chose is hummed from within,
I knew this was the place that my Lord was in. I put my right foot on the first step of 'The Catholic
Name Church', I could hear them calling too me, they sang 1... 2...3...
Hallelujah... Hallelujah...
I put my left foot on the next step almost through the door, they sang it louder out for the Lord,
they sang 1... 2...3...
Hallelujah... Hallelujah...
I screamed my love out for the Lord as I burst and tripped through the frame of the door. I ran
hard down the worn-oak aisle and my banished brother from a pew he smiled.
I didn't steal I borrowed, but the town disagreed, Mr.Beerbohm said, 'Son, come with me.'
I brought on our family much disgrace, nice to see my brother own up to his fate.
I ran further down the aisle and seen, my stillborn brother that never did breathe.
Greetings brother, we finally meet, I'm the one who soiled our sweet ma's feet. I fell out hit the
ground, Ma and me made no more sound. That's when Beerbohm came, said, 'what a
disgrace,' picked me up, brought me to this place... you love your family?...you work for
the Lord?...we's both here... you wonder what for?
I came to the pulpit fell upon my knees, asked, 'Lord, this can't be what you planned for me?' I
bent my neck, should I look upon my Lord?
I prepared myself for His word. The silence
slammed into my head, it burst out my ears and bounced around the black oak walls
holding up the Catholic Name Church. But that racket was soft compared to the whack
smack his tobacco spit made as it burst upon my forehead. Through his gap-toothed smile
Mr.Beerbohm spoke his word.
You will use your life-work for another, but you will not be pure and clean as your
people think is a necessary requirement. You will touch my daughter, she will pass on as
you's two's continue my name for me. We all must make sacrifices, however, as luck will
have it, it's yours truly who does the choosing. And if you choose to uselessly turn too
your obstinance and misguided notions,...I will be there! To titter in your face! And if
you still choose to turn away,... I will be there to mock your every move! It's a waste of
your talent... truly it's a waste of effort. You think your family is disgraced now? Well,
don't get me started. But you can rectify it son. If you show me some grace and acknowledge
a stronger power. Put your effort to use son... start by singing.
That's when I heard them doors open again, saw stick-like teen Miss Lady Beerbohm step
gracefully through the doors frame. I looked over her hips that were no wider than my
thigh and thought about being unclean with her. I reasoned that I would be fighting the
same fight, only in a different manner, with a different weapon. Sometimes people, the only
way to win is to admit that you lose. And you'll lose too, that's the only way, but do it with
grace and sing Hallelujah Anyway.
Hallelujah... Hallelujah...
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