The beginning

In The Game

"It's the game of life," that's what they say,
but this sort of game I don’t want to play.
The rules are simple
with knife in your hand
climb over others 'til at last you stand
on top of the pile where you can smile,
grin, cackle, laugh, but all the while,
over your shoulder you're keeping an eye
on the rest of the world as it rushes by.

Do unto others before they do you
pick out the meat from the rest of the stew.
Make your own rules, be nobodys' fool
gain riches and status to make others drool.

as they clamber their way, knife in hand,
climb over others 'til at last they stand,
behind you, they'll plunge
the knife in your back
and you'll fall screaming
to the base of the stack.

There is a better way, it isn’t a game
no need to hide, call on His name
act out for Jesus in your neighbourhood "Come taste and see that the Lord is good!"