MUSHROOMS

         What's the outcome of this day
         Did it really make it's mark
         Upon a world so closed to Him
         That they prefer life in the dark
         Like mushrooms thriving in the gloom
         They're fed a load of tasty dung
         Which stops them looking for the light
         That shines from what The Saviours done.

         We're the carriers of this light
         Through us He's supposed to shine
         Easter's so familiar
         The message sadly fades with time
         Let us take His sacrifice
         To live the victory that He's won
         Pick those mushrooms from their grave
         And bathe them in the glorious Son.