A Bob Dylan Christmas

Apologies for the late post this week. Even bloggers take vacations.

For those of you who didn't receive one, my Christmas card, sent to friends, church members and my company's associates at Cut-It-Out Communications, provides the mixture of politics, religion and common sense central to this blog.

Here is the text:

When You Gonna Wake Up
by Bob Dylan

God don’t make promises that He don’t keep.
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream,
You gotta still be asleep.

Chorus: When you gonna wake up,
When you gonna wake up, When you gonna wake up,
Strengthen the things that remain.

Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl Marx has got you by the throat,
And Henry Kissinger’s got you tied up into knots. [Chorus]

You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled.
You got unrighteous doctors,
Dealing drugs that’ll never cure your ills. [Chorus]

You got men who can’t hold their peace,
Women who can’t control their tongue.
The rich seduce the poor, and the old are seduced by the young. [Chorus]

Adulterers in churches, and pornography in the schools.
You got gangsters in power,
And lawbreakers making rules. [Chorus]

Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move.
Instant inner peace,
And every step you take’s got to be approved. [Chorus]

Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think He’s just an errand boy,
To satisfy your wandering desires? [Chorus]

You can’t take it with you, and you know it’s too worthless to be sold.
They tell you, “Time is money,”
As if your life was worth its weight in gold.

There’s a man on a cross, and He be crucified for you.
Believe in His power,
That’s about all you gotta do. [Chorus]

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.