But Hey, Our God Has a Groove

A not so religious hymn

Gotta hand it to America’s God
he’s got quite the creative fare.
Inventing top to bottom
from the way back then
to the great wide open
all framed within rainbow flair.

He ginned up a Son
his name is Satan
when he sings the blues.
A muse where the boozy go
to simmer and are bound
to pay their dues.

But, hear that.
Another Son
switches on the Bach and Pop
and whoa
that’s of the baby Jesus.
Rock of Ages, where we love
to hang til Satan teases.