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notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK
Wednesday, July 16, 2003The changingman
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete -
A baby wailing and stray dog howling -
The screech of brakes and lamp light blinking -
The more I know - the less I understand
I'm the changingman - built on shifting sands...
Pulling faster all the time - powerless to warnings
If you feel the hand of God - can you guide it holy man?
But you are only flesh and blood - waiting too for judgement