Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my handsome young man?
My dear Mother Nature, I’m
poisoned and ill,
For humans have squandered their
precious free will.
Some say we have been here for
millions of years,
While some argue late-date
creation--to jeers.
This fact must be obvious, Mom: You
and I
Could not have created the earth
and the sky.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my wealthy young man?
I have been to Wall Street, where
the science of greed
Chokes out what is right--what
economies need.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my popular man?
I have been to the Congress;
they’re taxing hard workers
To help rich and poor non-producers
and shirkers.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my glowing young man?
I’ve been watching TV; for the
sake of the buck,
They’re filling their viewers
with garbage and muck.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my brilliant young man?
I have learned math and science; to
me they both sing
Of the infinite glory of God, our
wise King.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my lucky young man?
I’m at the casino; their chances
are greater
Than of all this existing without a
Creator.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my awe-stricken man?
I’ve learned of religions; how
distant they stray
From the grace and the truth of
that one, narrow way!
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my angry young man?
I have studied the church’s
two-thousand-year history.
How grace has brought them this far
is a mystery.
Oh where have you been, Lord Random, my
son?
Where have you been, my weeping young man?
The world--it is poisoned; it is to
their loss,
They spurn their one chance
At a ransom:
The cross.