Bow Your Head & Close Your Eyes

Bow your head and close your eyes. 

We're talking to God so be real quiet

Pray old gra'ma never dies

Lord, please bless our greedy diet

Bow your head and close your eyes

Be sure to ask for His traveling mercies

Eloquent enough to win a Pulitzer Prize

Go long, He doesn't listen to the one who hurries

Say God, Father, Lord, Jesus Christ

Because if you fail to keep readdressing

The One above will not be enticed

And we'll never get His precious blessing

Avoid bringing up the poor outcast

The Holy One doesn't need to be reminded

That compared to us their just outclassed

In their case we have already presided

Why, Oh Bride, is this the sad case

Of our prayers and public petitions

They need not be bordered in lace

Nor practiced with rote repetitions

Pour out your heart, let that be enough

Honest and simple and utterly sincere

Don't be worried if it comes out gruff

But take time to consider what you hold dear

Is it your neighbors or your enemies

That you get on your knees and plead for

Or do you not waste such charities 

And simply ask for more and more

The World is lost, and we're all broken

There's no time to waste before the throne

What important things have we left unspoken

Cry out to God, more than a tedious drone

Bow your head and close your eyes

Perhaps the problem is in the command

We look away from the world as it dies

And lock ourselves in our castle so grand