This is a story of a father and a son,
a strange story of ignorance,
a story of a man who believed
in nothing but himself.
He was a great big man
with a little bitty mind,
had a great big mouth,
you know the
kind.
He liked to push folks around,
make them feel real small,
make him feel bigger,
made him feel tall.
After church Sunday morning some time ago,
the unbeliever
said, son watch me put on a show.
He cried, listen here people,
better lend me an ear.
Yeah church-going fools, the big man's here.
Well now all of you folks who were
saying your prayers,
I'm gonna prove to you now there ain't no one there.
If you
really believe that there's a power that be,
let him show himself,
let him tangle
with me.
Then a bolt of lightning up and split the sky and everyone knew then
that the fool would die.
Yeah it struck the ground where the big man stood,
struck
the ground like they knew it would.
But when the smoke cleared away from the
lightning's heat,
the big man still stood there on his feet.
He shook his fist and
he laughed out loud,
laughed at the folks who had kneeled and bowed.
He said, look
there son,
as he turned around,
but the boy couldn't hear for he lay on the
ground.
The bolt of lightning that found its mark
struck the boy's body and the
big man's heart.
In the light of day for all to see,
big man dropped to his bended knee.
He prayed to the
heavens and to his surprise,
the boy in his arms slowly opened his eyes.