Cry Baby King

Who don’t want to be King,

Quit your wailing for Absalom

Pitiful pitiful Absalom cry.

Don’t you know

Your people hear you

For the love of God

Pull yourself together

Your troops have been faithful

And your leaders bow low

But you sniff sniff and snot

For you known enemy

Ain’ nobody drank no kool-aid

No!  They’re loyal and true

Because you work, King.

You work!

And they know your heart beats

For Lord

For Mission

For all people

So robe up and go

Stand by the gate

Keep doing

What good kings do

Call that sad thing a sad thing

But don’t wail or wonder why

Cause you won a battle there

And you look so foolish

Blowing your nose

On your robe

Holding your victory

in your snotty hand

Get back to work

Just get back to work