How Great Thou Art

The time was nigh for him to hum and twist about berserkly with a broom no longer, as his right hand spidered its way across the piano to the cold soda can, and with a firm grip, his thumb popped the top and sent a bite of cola and a hissing spray into the air. White and shiny shoed, greasy raven-black hair, and amerced by the longing fading verse of old age, his youth was now a jailhouse mock—plentiful pounded prince of a prurient age, once a teenage throb spiraling sultrily, squirming in his slacks, torso twirling and turning eyeballs into spinning google gum drops…

The recording studio was still …and knowing he was god.

 

Fading somnolently, he cleared his throat and said, “All right, man, let’s do this shit…from the top, Jack.”

”You sure it’s a good idea, King, to have this gal in here gaggin’ on your—“

”Don’t start busting balls again about all that business, son. You want another gold record, you gettin’ it. What’s the problem?”

 

”Ok, Tigerman…from the top…”

 

And with soft, slurping and shlacking sounds, Mr. Dynamite grabbed the chrome vintage microphone with a velvet touch, and said, “Keep the volume down, honey. Daddy’s gotta go to work…

 

”Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder

Consider all the worlds thy hands have made

I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder

Thy power throughout the universe displayed

When Christ shall come…”

 

And the backup choir clung to celestial notes and held them afloat for Fire Eyes to part his lips, incendiary, with that unmistakable infernal sigh…

 

“With shout of acclamation

To take me home

What joy shall fill my heart

Then I shall bow in humble adoration

And there proclaim my God how great thou art

Then sings my soul my savior God to thee

How great thou art

How great thou art

Then sings my soul my savior God to thee

How great thou art how great thou art”

∞