Friday Night Bingo On The Bone

Life Can Be A Pain

Gods Waiting Room

Crippled In A Dream

Friday Night Bingo On The Bone

By Paul McCann

Well there was an old woman who lived on the bone ,
she lived near the brickyard all on her own .
She loved playing Bingo in the Sacred heart hall ,
Let me tell you,
she could follow the call .
She could mark off ten books ,
she was right on the ball .
She sensed the numbers come and then they'd fall .
When she marked a full house,
you would have heard her shout ,
Bingo on the bone ,
It just took her out .

Life Can Be A Pain

By Paul McCann

Where I master of my mortal flesh ,

there would be no such thing as pain.

But God has gave me pain to endure,

Again and again and again .

I cannot talk with a sore throat.

I cannot walk when my feet are lame .

I cannot write with a sore hand .

I cannot fight when I’m wrecked with pain .

 I am restricted .

I am restrained .

I understand and bite my lip .

We cannot live without having pain .

So we must learn to live with it .

Gods Waiting Room

By Paul McCann

The doctor has many patients waiting in a room .

Some patients have no patience when their glow is all gloom .

Pity on all the people who sit their looking glum.

Heads hung down in waiting rooms not having any fun .

The cross eyed and cross legged don’t like to be kept waiting .

The sick have to pay and the cost is elevating .

Waiting rooms are always full someone is always sick.

Dads and lads or mums and sons, some with a walking stick.

Waiting rooms and walking sticks, crazy as it may be ,

Life is like a waiting room into eternity .

People sit and wait their time and when the room is full,

The door opens to healing.

 That’s Gods comforting tool .

Gods is the head doctor, the chief surgeon we all need .

Waiting takes a little while but in time alls agreed
 

Crippled In A Dream

By Paul McCann    

I'm walking through a nightmare crippled by hands of fear.
Falling down in pools of sweat I cannot shed a tear.
Life is slipping fast away I cannot even scream .
Would someone lend a helping hand,
wake me from this dream .
I'm walled in by this nightmare, the highest wall we're built
My legs are just like jelly, my blood has all been spilt
Suddenly I'm falling down and hit the ground at last .
My eyes slowly open up ,
the nightmare has passed