The Last Big Show - Poem by Smoky Hoss
Were you there
when Jesus came to town,
Will you be there
when he comes strolling back around,
Will you be dancing with the devil
dressed up like a clown,
Or splashing in your tears
about to drown,
Will you be flying high
or in a nose dive about to die,
Will your ignorance be fun
or in sadness all about to come undone,
Who will save you
from the pleasure of your empty dreams,
With so much lost treasure
and worthless schemes,
Will your vain pride make you run
or does the pain inside say 'no-mas'- 'tis all done;
There's a Big-show 'bout to come around
gonna blow everything on down,
A flash in the sky
a tear in every eye,
It's the last Big-show...
time to go.
Able or Cain
sun or rain,
Forgiveness or shame
forever unknown, or your final true name...
Which will you freely choose
to win or to lose,
The Big-show's coming back
one last time,
When It does
will there be any faith left to find.
Yours to decide
walk away or come along for a great ride,
Will you go
singing with the Show,
Or stay behind by choice
alone always with your own crackling, dusty, empty voice?
Lord, we pray mercy upon all:
It is the last Big-show,
The time has come...to stay or to go.
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