Bangin’ and Clangin’

 

By Michael L. Alumbaugh, ©1980

 

Bangin’ on the trash cans and

Clangin’ on the pipes

Won’t satisfy your soul

Or cleanin’ up the dishes

Or makin’ all kinds of wishes

Still won’t satisfy your soul

 

“Cause ruffles have ridges

And rivers have bridges

And clouds have a silver line

A rainbows end finds gold

Or so we’re told

‘But don’t the blind still lead the blind

 

Bangin’ on piano keys or

Singin’ in the choir

Won’t satisfy your soul

Or listenin’ to the teacher

Or payin’ off the preacher

Still won’t satisfy your soul

 

‘Cause diggers dig ditches

And cowboys wear britches

And cows jump over the moon

Well, these are things we’ve learned

But if our hearts don’t turn

We’ll be left

“Cause He’s coming back soon

 

Now buyin’ a new Cadillac

Or a million dollar home

Won’t satisfy your soul

Or being a rock star groupie

Or watchin’ Oscared movies

Still won’t satisfy your soul

 

“Cause Humpty fell down

And Jack broke his crown

And a little boy turned blue

But a prayer in belief

That only Christ can give relief

That’s the only way you’ll get through, ‘cause

 

Bangin’ on the trash cans and

Clangin’ on the pipes

Won’t satisfy your soul

Or cleanin’ up the dishes

Or makin’ all kinds of wishes

Still won’t satisfy your soul

 

“Cause ruffles have ridges

And rivers have bridges

And clouds have a silver line

A rainbows end finds gold

Or so we’re told

‘But don’t the blind still lead the blind

 

And diggers dig ditches

And cowboys wear britches

And cows jump over the moon

Well, these are things we’ve learned

But if our hearts don’t turn

We’ll be left . . . [Pause]

 

Bangin’ on piano keys or

Singin’ in the choir

Won’t satisfy your soul

Or listenin’ to the teacher

Or payin’ off the preacher 

Still won’t satisfy your soul . . . [Fade]

Gravity Bound

 By Michael L. Alumbaugh, ©1975, 2024 

1 Corinthians 4:4

 

So many people say they’re Christians today

But they don’t know all that they say.

They don’t read God’s Word or do what He’d say.

They say, “Hey, we’re all Christians! It’s the American way.”

 

But, oh, my friend, are you gravity bound?

Would your faith be enough to lift you off the ground?

Do you look to Jesus where your strength can be found?

Or are you just stranded? Are you gravity bound?

 

Lying, drinking, stealing, cheating, having your way

Seems to be the style, or so they say.

Your problem is sin and someday you’ll pay.

It’s up to you to decide if you fry or you pray.

 

Oh, my friend, are you gravity bound?

Would your faith be enough to lift you off the ground?

Do you look to Jesus where your strength can be found?

Or are you just stranded? Are you gravity bound?

 

We’re gonna fly so high

When the Lord appears in the wink of an eye.

The Risen Lord is coming to take us away.

It’s you to decide, “Do you fly or stay?”

 

So, my friend, are you gravity bound?

Would your faith be enough to lift you off the ground?

Do you look to Jesus where your strength can be found?

Or are you just stranded? Are you gravity bound?