Sarah's farewell songs
for Sarah Hobbs, on her departure from St Johns in July 2008, sung by the Four Bald Men of the Apocalypse
bald, be strong!
to the tune of "Be Bold, be strong"
For the four bald men are with you!
are not afraid
if a spectacle is made!
For we’re walking in faith and victory!
And we’re dancing very strictally!
Yes the four bald men are with you!
could have preached all night
to the tune of "I could have danced all night"
could have preached all night,
she could have preached all night,
I’d still have begged for more;
(She took one look at me,
checked with the CRB—
and locked the vestry door).
never know what made it so exciting
when everything she said was right!
I only know when she
first chaired the DCC
she could have preached at me all night…
curate, my Sarah
to the tune of "My Jesus, my Saviour"
curate, my Sarah
still there is none like you—
all of my days I’ll be amazed
by your hyper activity—
your dancing, your netball
from early to late
making everything Great—
I’m staggered by your energy!
to the warden she’s coming in now—
still dressed in her tracksuit with sweat on her brow -
bouncing like Tigger from meeting to meeting
on nothing but a cup of tea…
20s and 30s are thriving and then
you’ve plenty of pals there—but where are the men?
Oh nothing compares to the curate you proved to be!
My vicar, my
now called to the ends of the earth
herding kiwis and sheep
a supersonic Bo Peep
to pastor the
see where the harvest is white
from greatest to least
are bringing Lambeth to its knees…
The Synod’s in chaos, she says “What’s the fuss?
If the men are all leaving—that’s more room for us!”
Nothing deters such a practical theology.
Women get on with it while men are all talk—
so maybe not
the Four Bald Men of the Apocalypse -