Hallelujah...Hallelujah... I stood in the frame of Mr.Beerbohms door. Son this ain't a barn, know what I called you here for? You's the last young bachelor in this place, and it's claimed you give your life for God's grace. Mr.Beerbohm you heard it true I love the Lord, my family, and you. Son I'm here to prove you wrong, when you see the proof you'll be joining me in song. Your Lord don't know you, your families disgraced, I love you too, so I get you through the gate. I'm old and dried but my daughters clean, Son, are you catching what I mean? I need a male to carry on my name, upon your seed I lay claim. But Mr.Beerbohm the doctors say that with your daughter no man can lay. If a child pa**es from your daughters legs, then she'll pa** too, to the end of her days. Mr.Beerbohm what's with that gap-toothed grin? Tobacco spit hanging from your chin. Son your Lord works in mysterious ways, but in the end someones got to pay! I wanted nothing to do with his word I tripped and ran through the frame of his door. I jumped inside my '41 Ford and I screamed Sanctuary Lord! The building I chose is hummed from within, I knew this was the place that my Lord was in. I put my right foot on the first step of 'The Catholic Name Church', I could hear them calling too me, they sang 1...2...3... Hallelujah...Hallelujah... I put my left foot on the next step almost through the door, they sang it louder out for the Lord, they sang 1...2...3... Hallelujah...Hallelujah... I screamed my love out for the Lord as I burst and tripped through the frame of the door. I ran hard down the worn-oak aisle and my banished brother from a pew he smiled. I didn't steal I borrowed, but the town disagreed, Mr.Beerbohm said, 'Son, come with me.' I brought on our family much disgrace, nice to see my brother own up to his fate. I ran further down the aisle and seen, my stillborn brother that never did breathe. Greetings brother , we finally meet, I'm the one who soiled our sweet ma's feet. I fell out hit the ground, Ma and me made no more sound. That's when Beerbohm came, said, 'what a disgrace,' picked me up, brought me to this place...you love your family?...you work for the Lord?...we's both here...you wonder what for? I came to the pulpit fell upon my knees, asked, 'Lord, this can't be what you planned for me?' I bent my neck, should I look upon my Lord? I prepared myself for His word. The silence slammed into my head, it burst out my ears and bounced around the black oak walls holding up the Catholic Name Church. But that racket was soft compared to the whack smack his tobacco spit made as it burst upon my forehead. Through his gap-toothed smile Mr.Beerbohm spoke his word. You will use your life-work for another, but you will not be pure and clean as your people think is a necessary requirement. You will touch my daughter, she will pa** on as you's two's continue my name for me. We all must make sacrifices, however, as luck will have it, it's yours truly who does the choosing. And if you choose to uselessly turn too your obstinance and misguided notions,...I will be there! To titter in your face! And if you still choose to turn away,... I will be there to mock your every move! It's a waste of your talent...truly it's a waste of effort. You think your family is disgraced now? Well, don't get me started. But you can rectify it son. If you show me some grace and acknowledge a stronger power. Put your effort to use son...start by singing. That's when I heard them doors open again, saw stick-like teen Miss Lady Beerbohm step gracefully through the doors frame. I looked over her hips that were no wider than my thigh and thought about being unclean with her. I reasoned that I would be fighting the same fight, only in a different manner, with a different weapon. Sometimes people, the only way to win is to admit that you lose. And you'll lose too, that's the only way, but do it with grace and sing Hallelujah Anyway. Hallelujah...Hallelujah...