"Why is it one bad apple has more power than one good one?"
In the year the song ended, that famed playboy died
And I pondered your legacy, {Hugh}, ..........and I cried
Yes I know the Lord's high and is still lifted up
{But I was parked outside Lidl at Boher Na Sop}
The Shekinah still drenches His Temples of clay
But you trampled those temples and doomed to decay:
My God spoke not of bunnies all running to seed
Nor compared darling-daughters to rabbits in fields
He spoke Temples and tapestry fearfully woven
Those vessels of honour that Jesus had chosen
Precious vases that cradle tomorrow in wombs
Alive! Yes Anointed! Escaped from sins' tombs
Not vaunting and brazen and slashed on page three
but hidden and humble and glorious and free!
Just consider believers, who clutch I-phones like glue
Your'e a son of the Highest!
You're not a McHugh (Gaelic for son of Hugh)
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