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The following is a commentary in an ongoing series of “Reflections” by John Mill. John Mill is the radio persona of Ronald Bruce Meyer and can be heard on “American Heathen.” “The American Heathen” Internet radio broadcast is aired, live, on Friday nights from 7:00pm-10:00pm Central time on

Give Up the Ghost

A Reflection/Rap by Ronald Bruce Meyer

My mother told me, “Son, you got to pray to save your soul;
You got to hit your knees because to heaven is your goal.”
My father added, “Son, you better go to Sunday school;
And learn the Bible stories and obey the golden rule.
It doesn’t matter what you do to ease your neighbor’s way,
Good works will never count until you close your eyes and pray.”
But when I opened up my eyes and took a look around,
I learned nobody listens when your knees are on the ground.
That Bible stories never come up to reality,
That Golden Rules are older than the Sea of Galilee,
That holy books are made by men, that only nature’s fact—
And there’s but one conclusion that would leave my mind intact.

Give up the Ghost, you got to give up the Ghost.
No Father, Son or Holy One, yes give up the Ghost
Give up the Ghost. Give up the Ghost.
The only way to make it right’s to give up the Ghost.

Now Father Faithful loved the kids and taught us Sunday songs,
He fed us candy, played our games and taught us right from wrong,
He taught about God’s heaven so the children understood
That Jesus will accept you in his bosom if you’re good.
He taught us life’s not over when we lay us down to sleep,
That there’s an afterlife for children if the law we keep.
But when I saw my childhood friend who lived God’s law and died,
I thought that God abandoned him, so on that day I cried.
It only seems a soul survives when death takes breath away,
That if your flesh falls to the worms, just as your clothes decay,
Then either ghosts are walking naked or the story’s fake,
And Father Faithful fibbed and fooled me, for my soul to take.

Give up the Ghost, I had to give up the Ghost.
When Father Faithful fibbed, I had give up the Ghost
Give up the Ghost. Give up the Ghost.
The only way to build your brain is give up the Ghost.

My church has always taught me that to live a life that’s godly,
I have to learn the catechism, sing the hymns and, oddly,
To give up judging proper, just and moral on my own,
And leave my ethics up to Jesus and my priest alone,
To justify my conscience with appeal to holy writ,
And marvel at the mystery of God’s commands in it.
But I confess addiction to this mortal mind of mine,
To knowing right and wrong is so inborn in my design.
I see some gracious godless folk, as well as churchy clods,
Who loves theft, murder, rape, and lying, with or without gods?
My conscience out on loan to skygod’s minion makes me tense.
It’s human brains that forge the social rules: just common sense.

Give up the Ghost, you got to give up the Ghost.
No borrowed sense of justice, yes just give up the Ghost
Give up the Ghost. Give up the Ghost.
The only way to live it right is to give up the Ghost.

When I walked out the vestibule, I breathed the sun sweet air,
I thought I’d miss my friends inside, but found more friends out there.
I pondered why, if God is everywhere, we must build churches
And pay some holy huckster just to aid us in our searches.
I’d always wondered why a God that knows each heart’s desire,
And knowing from the first, up to the end, what will transpire,
Would listen to entreaties and the silly things we say,
He knows our hearts, his will is done, so what’s the point to pray?
If God is just, why fear that he will blame us for our flaws?
If God’s all-powerful, how could we ever break his laws?
If God is inconceivable, why think on His design?
If God has spoken, why has not the earth stood up in line?

Gave up the Ghost? I went and gave up the Ghost.
No Father, Son or Holy One, I gave up the Ghost
Gave up the Ghost. I gave up the Ghost.
The only way to save some sense – I gave up the Ghost.

[SPOKEN] I’m just sayin’
When my last stanza’s playin’
There won’t be no prayin’
No hands’ll be layin’
No chorus be swayin’
‘Cause the truth I’m, conveyin’
I gave up the Ghost.

Copyright © 2010-11 Ronald Bruce Meyer. To hear an audio version of this Reflection, click on this link: Give Up The Ghost Rap

Ronald Bruce Meyer

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