Crowding around and jostling for position

The Bishops slip and slide – their condition

Who will be the leader of them all

The will of God will show and surely call

The right man to the exalted position

The Bishops push and pull the rendition

Of simply the best – it could even be me

Never mind the others I want to be free

To make the rules and choices for God

He needs my skills, my mind and ephod

I look so good and in public relations

They’ll all tremble at my powerful persuasions!

Modelling myself on the simple Man from Galilee

Who found Himself nailed to a tree – not for me…

I’ll be in the papers and easily recognised

As the sanitised version of the Man who cries

When He sees what I’ve done to His precious people

Forcing them to acquiesce faith beneath the steeple

Liberty has gone and freedom has taken wings

The Bishops rule ok – the church bell still rings…